| Chameleons
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| Script Of The Bridge
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| Second Skin
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| One cold damp evening the world stood still
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| I watched as I help my breath
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| A silhouette I thought I knew came through
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| Someone spoke to me
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| Whispered in my ear
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| This fantasy’s for you
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| Fantasies are 'in' this year.
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| My whole life flashed before my eyes
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| I thought, what they say is true
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| I shed my skin and my disguise
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| And cold, numb and naked I
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| Emerge from my cocoon
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| A half remembered tune
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| Played softly in my head
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| He said.
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| He turned, smiling, and said,
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| I realize a miracle is due
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| I dedicate this melody to you
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| But is this the stuff dreams are made of
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| If this is the stuff dreams are made of
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| No wonder it feels like I’m floating on air
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| Everywhere, it feels like I’m everywhere
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| Like when you fail to make the connection
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| You know how vital it is
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| Or when something slips through your fingers
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| You know how precious it is
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| And you reach the point when you know it’s only your
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| Second skin
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| It’s only your second skin. |