(McNabb/Layhe)
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Be careful what you dream of
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it may come up and surprise you
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I can't confess my life's a mess
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I've come to idolise you
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You liken it to walking on hot coals
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I'll keep my boots on
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Wisen up and fly straight
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There's a shape on the horizon
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In a hollow horse I'll steal my way
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inside your guarded heart
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So selfishly the needs I harbour
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when we are apart
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My past strung out behind me,
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contradiction and disaster
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I'm in search of charity,
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a union I could master
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We'll be as we are
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When all the fools
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who doubt us fade away
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Fortune deep and wide
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Intimidated, restless in the wait
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Things I chose to value
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I no longer have a use for
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I ridicule myself for all the things
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those symbols stood for
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When vanity has played a part
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in every leader's downfall
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Wait to storm the gates, what's left
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undone to hang around for
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We'll be as we are
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When all the fools
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who doubt us fade away
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Fortune deep and wide
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Intimidated, restless in the wait
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Hollow Horse
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| The Icicle Works |
