| Close the door and drift away
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| Into a sea of uncertainty
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| Where all your hopes and dreams
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| Have faded out of reach
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| Remember all the bad dreams
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| Are not far from reality
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| Would you write again for me?
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| (Let me whisper something in your ear)
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| And you awake and there you are
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| Not far off from the line before
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| And just how long did it take for you to understand
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| Where your feelings stopped and writing began
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| Convince yourself to take control
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| Play to the hilt this unlikely role
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| Remember all the bad dreams
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| Are not far from reality
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| Would you write again for me?
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| And who bade you stop this living art?
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| Have you forgotten just what you are?
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| If you don’t want to, then you could at least pretend
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| That the paper’s your soul and your blood’s in the pen
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| And maybe then you’d see the light
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| And read the truth you had to write
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| If heaven sent you downstream
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| Where banished eyes haven’t been
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| Would you smile again for me?
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| You misread your fate line
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| Had long run out ahead of time
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| Would you write again for me?
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| And you awake and there you are
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| Not far off from the line before
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| And just how long did it take for you to understand
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| Where your feelings stopped and writing began
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| Convince yourself to take control
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| Play to the hilt this unlikely role
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| If heaven sent you downstream
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| Where banished eyes haven’t been
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| Would you smile again for me?
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| Would you smile again for me?
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| Would you smile again for me?
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| Would you smile again for me?
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| Would you smile again for me?
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| Would you smile again
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| For me? |