| He stayed to see the end of an era come around
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| While the road to the north filled with people getting out
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| And he mistook the dawn for the sun as it was going down
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| He had a song in his heart like the joy of spring
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| And he felt like he could have tackled anything
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| And he was sure in his mind that his great design
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| Was gonna stand the world upon its head with admiration
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| It was
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| A monumental failure
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| Everyone was saying, «Well I told you.»
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| After all he’s nothing but a dreamer
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| Who never should have tried achieving anything else
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| I saw him before he was hidden in a shroud
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| Before all his dreams had come crashing to the ground
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| And I hear by rapport it would break your heart to see him now
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| Well he cracked like a bell and he turned to drink
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| Just a dull thud in place of a crystal ring
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| And the smile on his face
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| Still has not been traced
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| It hit the road the day before the final performance
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| It was
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| A monumental failure
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| Everyone was saying, «Well I told you.»
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| After all he’s nothing but a dreamer
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| He’s just a dreamer
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| Who should have tried achieving anything else
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| He should have had the sense to keep his dreams to himself |