The stray it came followed us home
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It brushed around our four legs and looked past them to the door
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We just laughed and shook our heads
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And secretly hoped it'd come back the next day...
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It didn't
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You even went back to the place we first saw it just in case
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While i was glad to stay at home
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Searching for money in old birthday cards
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John Milton himself would've felt these things too I read somewhere
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Even blindness couldn't keep him down
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I can see him now fumbling through the dark
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To find a pen and anything for paper
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Mark the page
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Take the car
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Pass the building
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And wonder where you are
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And which storey?
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You were in my dream again
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I would tell you but it don't mean anything
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It's just my old dream
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There's no yellow fields
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Of sunflower farms
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If I have to show you I can do it with my arms
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No bunches of balloons
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Or mariachi bands
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If you need to see then I can show you with my hands
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Tie the shoe
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Take the car
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Unfold the road because it goes to where you are
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And your story
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You were in my dream again
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I could tell you but it don't mean anything
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It's just my old dream
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Old Dream
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Darren Hanlon |