| Today is like the closure of a season
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| Another one is waiting to be seen
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| The signs are all around above your head
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| Now I see light spread out on one big screen
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| Inside the search ongoing moves me forward
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| The journey would be worth the bumpy ride
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| I see that now the gaze’s likely ajar
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| I wake up and I know just what’s inside
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| The lonely dreamer’s never far away
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| He is like an angel at the break of day
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| A promise will be clearing up the night
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| His hand upon your shoulder soft and light
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| My temperature will rise with every touch
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| While waves are on the ocean far and crust
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| I am walking down the road I thought I knew
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| To find that after all I don’t know you
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| Don’t know much
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| Who would think
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| I would be
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| Out of touch
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| Don’t know much
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| Who would think
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| I would be out of touch
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| A tender smile is waiting for an outcome
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| A gentle nod to know it has been found
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| At times events will catch my heart off-guard
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| But I’ll never miss out on on the sound
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| A new beginning in a new direction
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| The world would need to knock on every door
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| For hearts to woven up to other dreams
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| To bridge the gap and swim river to shore
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| The lonely dreamer’s finding out what’s real
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| And praises every feel, color or steel
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| And soft returns until it’s time to make
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| Then flies back home and slowly starts to blink
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| The lonely dreamer never fears at night
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| He sits around remembering the light, then
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| Raises when the time has come to heal
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| He’ll change that dust till trust what he must feel
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| Don’t know much
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| Who would think
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| I would be
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| Out of touch
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| Don’t know much
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| Who would think
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| I would be out of touch
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| The lonely lonely dreamer
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| Today is like the closure of a season
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| Another one is waiting to be seen
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| The signs are all around above your head
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| Now I see life spread out on one big screen |