| In the morning when i wake up and listen to the sound
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| Of the birds outside on the roof
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| I try to ignore what the paper says
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| And i try not to read all the news
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| And i’ll hold you if you had a bad dream
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| And i hope it never comes true
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| Because you and i been through so many things together
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| And the sun starts climbing the roof
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| It’s a dream
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| Only a dream
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| And it’s fading now
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| Fading away
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| It’s only a dream
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| Just a memory without anywhere to stay
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| The red river stills flows through my home town
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| Rollin' and tumblin' on its way
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| Swirling around the old bridge pylons
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| Where a boy fishes the morning away
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| His bicycle leans on an oak tree
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| While the cars rumble over his head
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| An aeroplane leaves a trail in an empty blue sky
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| And the young birds call out to be fed
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| An old man walks along on the sidewalk
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| Sunglasses and an old stetson hat
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| The four winds blow the back of his overcoat away
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| As he stops with the policeman to chat
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| And a train rolls out of the station
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| That was really something in its day
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| Picking up speed on the straight prairie rails
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| As it carries the passengers away
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| It’s a dream
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| Only a dream
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| And it’s fading now
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| Fading away |