| Well there’s a dreamer in my dreams,
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| Swing from the beams,
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| (With a) light shining off the snow.
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| Well there’s a singer in my heart,
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| Burning up the charts,
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| With songs about things we all know.
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| Well there’s a blister on his brain,
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| That’s driving him insane,
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| Cause all good things they gotta go.
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| Well there’s a child on the way,
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| It could be any day,
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| But how this life will change him, that we don’t know.
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| Well there’s a child on the way,
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| One day, he’s gonna say, «Ain't you my dad?»
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| Then he’s gonna look down and smile,
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| and after awhile,
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| He’ll say, «That's for sure son, cause you got my eyes.»
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| Well there’s a dreamer in my dreams,
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| He’s hanging from the beams,
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| With light shining off the snow.
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| Well there’s a blister on his brain,
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| It’s driving him insane,
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| And all good things have to go, all right.
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| There’s a dreamer in my dreams,
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| Swinging from the beams,
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| With a light shining off the lake.
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| Well, I know I made mistakes,
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| I’m passing then all on.
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| But I hope he gets some before there gone, all right.
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| Yeah, that’s it.
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| Well there’s a dreamer in my dreams,
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| Climbing up the back,
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| Of a car they used to call a Cadillac.
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| It’s got a brand new set of keys,
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| It’s got a new look, it’s got a new look,
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| And his young one is gonna take it all away.
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| I believe it…
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| Well there’s a dreamer in my dreams,
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| Swinging from the beams,
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| All wrapped up in my garage.
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| He’s hanging from a bell,
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| He don’t know what he’s done,
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| Just don’t forget to day goodbye when he’s gone.
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| That’s it. |