I've been searching for my dream
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A hundred times today
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I build them up
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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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Which side of the bed
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I should lay
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I should lay
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<Interlude>
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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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<Interlude>
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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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Which side of the bed
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I should lay
|
I should lay
|
<Interlude>
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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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Which side of the bed
|
I should lay
|
I should lay
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<Interlude>
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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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| The Moody Blues |
