| I’m never in my waking life
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| Dreaming is my all the time
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| Whether it’s the weather or my mind
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| It’s all too much
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| Calling in the frigid wind,
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| A whisper is my dearest friend
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| Leading me along a lily-laden twisting trail
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| Where we go, will tomorrow know?
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| Into the vast and empty alleys we proceed
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| I’m never in my waking life dreaming is my all the time
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| Whether it’s the weather or my mind
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| It’s all too much
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| Crawling over cloudy streets
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| Streaming with a billion feet
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| Fumbling along into the dark and dismal day
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| Where we go, will tomorrow know?
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| Into the vast and empty alley’s we proceed
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| Forever winding our way weary without sleep
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| Forever winding our way weary without sleep
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| Oh oh oh.
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| I’m never in my waking life, dreaming is my all the time
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| Whether it’s the weather or my mind
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| It’s all too much
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| Calling in the frigid wind
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| A whisper is my dearest friend
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| Leading me along a lily-laden twisting trail |