| A man came to me in my sleep, and told me I was dead
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| I heard a shout, a girl cried out, and woke me in my bed
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| And then I woke and she’s not there
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| It isn’t right, it isn’t fair
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| No-one's hurt and no-one died
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| No-one's poor or so it seemed
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| You and I could be intimately dangerous
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| I’ll be with you, in my dreams
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| Captured by a photograph, a moment lost in time
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| Guilty of this thing I’ve done, and punished for my crime
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| And when the jailor turns the key
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| It isn’t right, it wasn’t me
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| Cause no-one's hurt and no-one died
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| And no-one's poor or so it seemed
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| But you and I could be intimately dangerous
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| I’ll be with you, in my dreams
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| They take back cool their bombs and guns, and put them all away
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| One afternoon of silence, just to let the children play
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| And when the ceasefire turns to war
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| Another cause worth fighting for
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| Cause no-one's hurt and no-one died
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| And no-one's poor or so it seemed
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| But you and I could be intimately dangerous
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| I’ll be with you, in my dreams
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| No-one's hurt and no-one died
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| No-one's poor or so it seemed
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| You and I could be intimately dangerous
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| I’ll be with you, in my dreams |