He fancied himself a professional dreamer
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Never much good at pretending to be something else
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Often times he would sit there expressionless
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Staring at nothing and everything at the same time
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Sometimes he hears voices...
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It's that space in his head you say
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Sometimes he hears voices...
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Then they just seem to fade away
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Gone it an instant, without notice
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One minute with us, next minute miles away
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This time Vienna, next time Calais
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The further the better with little or no delay
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Sometimes he hears voices...
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It's that space in his head you say
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Sometimes he hears voices...
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Then they just seem to fade away
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One day he took it a little too far
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Woke up... standing ... right where you are!
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Surrounded by strangers and stranger surroundings
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Staring at nothing and everything at the same time
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Sometimes he hears voices...
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It's that space in his head you say
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Sometimes he hears voices...
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But they just seem to fade away It's time to go
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Time To Go
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Saga |