| How does someone with nothing end
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| Up with so much to show for it
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| All kinds of people, places, and things
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| Your cheap doormats and decorations
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| And to think it was all just a dream
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| One fantastic hallucination
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| Keep on polishing your golden
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| Wall of trophies and self portraits
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| We’ll just smile and wait till he knocks off
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| Your designer rose colored glasses
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| And you’ll see what we see nothing but
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| Old dust, peeled paint, and broken glasses
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| A simple imprint imagined
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| I was the hill we walked
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| I was the walk that swung from your legs
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| I was your words wet cast in my thoughts
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| Those who say dreams are just dreams
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| Say words end when you can’t hear them
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| Listen closely as they fade
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| And witness the world’s construction |