| Sometimes I think that dying will be like waking from a dream
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| But I lose track of what’s real life when there’s no one around that needs me
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| On the floor at 5 AM, I can‘t remember where I am
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| With all the feelings I was dreaming still as real as this new setting
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| Like the dream is just a play still going on in the next room
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| You come awake to realize that the door is locked behind you
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| And all you’ve done is leave your place because the dawn was beckoning
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| Now the play continues on whether or not you get back in
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| Yeah, you‘re standing in the great hall of reality again
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| It makes me think that dying will be like waking from a dream
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| It makes me think that dying will be like waking from a dream
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| It makes me think that dying will be like waking from a dream
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| The problem with your dreams is that they’re often about love
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| In a futuristic wasteland where she saves you from yourself
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| In this last one I‘m depressed in some post-apocalypse
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| And I cannot leave the bed unless the order leaves her lips
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| And the walls are full of holes through which I watch her come and go
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| And her love is manifested in the way she keeps her clothes on
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| She gets underneath the covers and says «Everything is golden»
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| Then touches me just to reassure me that I still have my moments
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| While the sunlight through the skylight makes the room look saturated
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| I wonder
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| Does she really want to touch me or just want to make me happy?
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| Does she really want to touch me or just want to make me happy?
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| Does she really want to touch me or just want to make me happy?
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| And the walls are full of holes through which I watch her come and go
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| And her love is manifested in the way she keeps her clothes on
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| And she holds me to the way that she believes that I can be
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| Oh because she believes in happiness and she believes in me
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| She believes that love is not a secret that we keep
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| But a ship we are all watching slowly sink into the sea
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| And even though it only ever happens in our heads
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| I’d say most things that we love they happen mostly in our heads
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| And though she believes in happiness and she believes in me
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| I believe in happiness but I don’t believe my dreams
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| I believe in happiness but I don’t believe my dreams
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| And this was all a dream, my darling
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| This was all a dream
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| I said
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| This was all a dream my darling
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| This was all a dream
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| I believe in happiness but I don’t believe my dreams
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| I believe in happiness but I don’t believe my dreams
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| I believe that love is not a secret that we keep
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| But a ship we are all watching slowly sink into the sea
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| And the play continues on whether you get back in or not
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| As real as any room you’ve just departed for another
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| And that makes me think that dying will be like waking from a dream
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| I said it makes me think that dying will be like waking from a dream
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| I said it makes me think that dying will be like waking from a dream
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| I said it makes me think that dying will be like waking from a dream
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| I said it makes me think that dying will be like waking from a dream
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| I said it makes me think that dying will be like waking from a dream |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dreamsong , by - Moonface. Song from the album This One’s for the Dancer & This One’s for the Dancer’s Bouquet, in the genre Альтернатива