And I have seen the world of dreams,
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Fresh-flown through the trees then dropped off at the curb
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Alive, have seen the world awake,
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And I don't know which I deserve.
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So when sleep nightly comes to me,
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With all of these warm blankets piled on my back,
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I'll hike to see the church of dreams,
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Where all of the shutters are painted black.
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And it seems like that's real until the time I awake,
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And at midnight the moonlight reflects as the lake
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Is shining at me, until night takes it away.
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There's one world in the distance, one world in the way,
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And not one can stay.
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And I have seen the wood of dreams,
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Carved grainless and clean with a sweep of one hand,
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And have been happy with the leaves on my body when laid under land.
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So when sleep finally comes to me
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Because it comes for the sleek like it comes for the lame
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I'll sink beneath a weight of dreams so full and complete that I'm pushed from my name.
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And it seems like that's real until I fall asleep,
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And then we load up the car and drive far to some street
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Where a new life awaits, until day takes it away.
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There's one world in the distance, one world in the way,
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And not one can stay
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And I Have Seen The World Of Dreams
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| Okkervil River |
