(Verlaine)
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You were living five lives in one
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Taking everyone's coat,
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Why can't you show them
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What you've got in your cloak?
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Cold hand on my shoulder,
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A star begins to beam,
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That's when you show me
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Your souvenir from a dream
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Empty handed, I awake,
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Just when I thought I had
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So much at stake,
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Seems you've got something to say,
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Why don't you say it?
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(No mister, this is Plattsburgh...
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Gotta go back to the junction
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About five miles...
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I think you've come the wrong way...
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You were supposed to make a right turn)
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Thirty lights in a row,
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Every one of them green,
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How it reminds me
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Of your souvenir from a dream.
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Empty handed, I awake,
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Just when I thought I had
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So much at stake,
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Seems you've got something to say,
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Why don't you say it?
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You were living five lives in one
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You were living five lives in one
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(Mister, you went the wrong way...
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I think you better go back...
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Should have made a right turn...
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I don't think this is where you want to go...
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No, you better just go back...
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I think you made a wrong turn somewhere.)
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Souvenir From A Dream
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| Tom Verlaine |
