| Last night I had the strangest dream
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| About a girl I’ve never met
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| I saw her face, so clear and clean
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| Standing so certain, in front of me
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| And there were eagles
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| Moving in circles
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| They were dancing
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| More than a vision, but a feeling
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| Like I had been there before, oh, oh
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| She didn’t say what she was doing there
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| Shiny dark eyes and her short, blonde hair
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| Is this that girl from that movie scene?
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| Or a part of my imagination, what does it mean?
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| And there were eagles
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| Moving in circles
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| They were dancing
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| More than a vision, but a feeling
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| Like I had been there before, oh, oh
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| , drawing me inside a hit
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| Road signs, falling into canyons
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| Who knows who this girl is, what she means
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| Last night I had a dream
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| And there were eagles
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| Moving in circles
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| They were dancing
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| More than a vision, but a feeling
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| Like I had been there before, oh, oh
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| , drawing me inside a hit
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| Road signs, falling into canyons
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| Who knows who this girl is, what she means
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| Last night I had a dream
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| Flat face, hauntingly familiar
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| Blank space, I think she knows my secrets
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| Music playing right through me
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| Last night I had a dream |