I've been searching for my dream
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A hunderd times today
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I build them up, you knock them down,
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Like they were made of clay,
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Then the tide rushes in
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And washes my castles away.
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Then I'm really not so sure
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When side of the bed I should lay,
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I should lay...
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You keep looking for someone
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To tell your troubles to,
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I'll sit down and lend an ear
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Yet I hear nothing new.
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Then the tide rushes in
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And washes my castles away.
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Then I'm really not so sure
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When side of the bed I should lay,
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I should lay...
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Blackbird sitting in a tree
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Observing what's below
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Acorns falling to the ground,
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He'll stay and watch them grow.
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And The Tide Rushes In
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| Moody Blues |
