This one's about a dream
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I had last night
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How an old man tracked me home
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And stepped inside
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He put his foot inside the door
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And gave a crooked smile
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Something in his eyes
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Something in his laugh
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Something in his voice
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That made my skin crawl off
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He said, "I've seen you here before
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I know your name.
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You could have your pick
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Of pretty things.
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You could have it all
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Everything at once.
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Everything you've seen,
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Everything you'll need,
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Everything you've ever had in fantasies."
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"You've one life,
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You've one life.
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You've one life left to lead."
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I woke up from my dream
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As a golden man
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With a girl I've never seen
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With golden skin
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I jumped up to my feet
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She asked me what was wrong
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I began to scream
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I don't think this is me
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Is this just a dream
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Or really happening?
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What direction?
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What direction?
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I'm splitting up!
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I'm splitting up!
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This is my personal disaffection
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What direction? What direction?
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What direction now?
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I looked outside the glass
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At golden shores
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Golden ships and masts
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With golden cords
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As my reflection passed
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I hated what I saw
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My golden eyes were dead
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And a thought passed through my head
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A heart that is made of gold can't really beat at all
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I wanted to wake up again
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Without a touch of gold
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What direction?
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Death or action!
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Life begins at the intersection.
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I woke up as before
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But the gold was gone
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My wife was at the door
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With her night robe on
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My heart beat once or twice
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And life flooded my veins
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Everything had changed
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My lungs had found their voice
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And what was once routine
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And what was once routine was now the perfect joy
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You've one life
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You've one life
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One life left to lead
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Faust, Midas, And Myself
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| Switchfoot |
