I recall how we lived
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On the corner of a bed
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And we'd speak of the Swedish room
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Of hessian and wood
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And we'd talk with our eyes
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Of the sweetness in our lives
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And tomorrows of rich surprise...
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Some things we could do
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In our madness
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We burnt one hundred days
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Time takes time to pass
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And I still hold some ashes to me
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An Occasional Dream
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And we'd sleep, oh so close
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But not really close our eyes
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Tween the sheets of summer bathed in blue...
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Gently weeping nights
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It was long, long ago
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And I still can't touch your name
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For the days of fate were strong for you...
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Danced you far from me
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In my madness
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I see your face in mine
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I keep a photograph
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It burns my wall with time
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Time
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An Occasional Dream
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Of mine
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An Occasional Dream
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Of mine
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An Occasional Dream
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Of mine
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Occasional Dream, An
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| David Bowie |
