| Switch to another dream, to a quiet spite
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| Think back at some time when there was a fading touch
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| Colour me white and paint the vistas grey
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| Everyday there’s an electric ray of all too many shimmer-lights
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| And I can see another time
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| Another face, forgotten days
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| I can see another time -- another time, a setting sun
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| I can see another place -- a rising sun
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| Let’s get this to work again
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| Take our souls to the everlasting parade
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| I never saw it coming this way -- to an end
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| But now there’s nothing left behind
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| Let’s all begin
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| I see it slip away
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| A dream that fades away
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| Don’t let them lead you far and astray
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| Keepsakes of past years, unravelled by phone
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| And the fog is a traveller through the inner city zones
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| A million pictures painted on the pavement stones
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| That get soft like words through the smoke
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| And I can see another time
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| Another face, forgotten days |