| It was cruel of you to stand at my door and take my hand
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| Like a drowning man I clung to my defenses
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| And ten years is a time but your looks, love, it’s a crime
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| And I lost my tongue in the tangle of my senses
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| And I never was to know that I’d come to miss you so
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| But time winds down and I turned my back long ago
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| But I still dream, oh darling I still dream
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| Oh I still dream, oh Lord knows I still dream
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| On the killing floor I stand with a stun gun in my hand
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| Like a cowboy shooting badmen on the range
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| And nothing satisfies and the soul inside me dies
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| As I duck each punch and never risk the change
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| And now you look at me with that same old used-to-be
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| Oh but time winds down and I turned my back long ago
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| But I still dream, oh darling I still dream
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| Ah but now you look at me with that same old used-to-be
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| But time winds down and I turned my back long ago
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| But I still dream, oh darling, darling I still dream
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| I still dream, oh Lord knows, Lord knows I still dream
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| Oh I still dream, oh darling, darling, darling I still dream |