| They wait for me, standing apart
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| Wearing a white-dyed coat
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| Looks like a trial by jury
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| Have I been charged by all of them?
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| A woman from the background
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| tries to speak some words,
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| and step by step,
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| that whisper comes into my ears:
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| «Follow me, and then you’ll see
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| it’s just a reverie»
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| Just a reverie!
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| Sometimes we feel unsure
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| that life will reserve the best for us,
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| and all our waking dreams are just a memory
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| It’s up to us to build up
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| our home, our shelter and our church
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| A hot lap where I can feel welcome back
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| Nothing never changes
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| unless you understand
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| Out there, no rope is near
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| that you can hang on to help yourself
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| A scissors' army is ready to slash the rest
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| Restive and never peaceful
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| You just don’t like your state of mind
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| I’ll be the honey that will sweeten a sleepless night
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| I will introduce you into my world
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| Don’t be scared, believe me
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| You can be, you can be just as you are
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| Follow me down
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| Welcome into my shelter
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| See how stars are brighter from here
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| Lights won’t fade during darkness,
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| and my hand will hurt, but won’t let you go |