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Every dream that I dreamed seems so blowin' on vain
like clouds in the wind way up in the sky
Every moment that I made seems to be the wrong way
like a tall black night nothing's turn of day

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What can I do what can I do
No-thing's the same as it used to be
Nothing's the same as it used to be
What can I do

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Used to play my guitar with a smile on my face now
every thing's changed my whole life is thrill arranged
from the day I was born so I did dig my name
though I tried and tried that name still remain

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repeat I hear voices of singing but no one's there
It's a ghost of my life bringing fancy chance to the mind
Locking key inside me from the freedom and sin
Oh, come let me in I was sold all over a gain

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