| He fancied himself a professional dreamer
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| Never much good at pretending to be something else
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| Often times he would sit there expressionless
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| Staring at nothing and everything at the same time
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| Sometimes he hear voices …
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| It’s that space in his head you say
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| Sometimes he hear voices …
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| Then they just seem to fade away
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| Gone it an instant, without notice
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| One minute with us, next minute miles away
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| This time Vienna, next time Calais
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| The further the better with little or no delay
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| One day he took it a little too far
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| Woke up … standing … right where you are !
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| Surrounded by strangers and stranger surroundings
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| Staring at nothing and everything at the same time
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| Sometimes he hear voices …
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| It’s that space in his head you say
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| Sometimes he hear voices …
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| But they just seem to fade away
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| It’s time to go … |