On a bed of silken sheets he lay his head
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The pillow edged in gold and red
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A palace in his prison walls
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A feast for all, there's really only bread
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Those walls shut out the world
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Leaving him to conjure up his own instead
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He dreams, he dreams, he dreams, he dreams
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And dreams
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A fantasy of sumptuous sensuality
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His reality
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Where only straw the more his mind hallucinates
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Creates desire and fire
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His thoughts pour out upon the page
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His thirst is never quenched, never tired
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He dreams, he dreams, he dreams, he dreams
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And dreams
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He dreams, he dreams, he dreams, he dreams
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And dreams
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He dreams, he dreams, he dreams, he dreams
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And dreams
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And dreams
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He builds himself a fortress
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Fills it with the lusty, beautiful and wise
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Fantasy to fantasy
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His kingdom is a playground for desire
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And he the king within his walls
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Deliberately locks the world outside
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He dreams, he dreams, he dreams, he dreams
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And dreams
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He dreams, he dreams, he dreams, he dreams
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And dreams
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He dreams, he dreams, he dreams, he dreams
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And dreams
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And dreams
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All the mind divine
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A cornucopia of pleasure in his mind
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But just a little sad for all these things he had
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He waits and serves his time
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With a wicked gleam he tastes his freedom
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And sets out to realise
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His dreams, his dreams, his dreams, his dreams
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His dreams
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(repeat to fade)
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The Libertine's Dream
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| Marc Almond |
