the clock is set for never 'til twelve
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I close my eyes and see myself
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passing countless vacant frames
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as all the beauty slowly drains
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to an empty theater a blackened screen
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where the silence lasts till the day begins
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there're few things that I wouldn't give
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to dream a young man's dream again
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the confidence to set aside the things that I have settled for
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I cried a tear of grief in joy
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for visions of a little boy
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whose arrogance made him believe
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he could be anything he wanted to be
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dream again
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Young Man's Dream
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| Galactic Cowboys |
