| The most familiar room
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| Every implement was leading to you
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| And your homely sense of disarray
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| Never once the same, always rearranged
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| But things would never change
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| In the space between the window frame
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| Where the jackals preyed on every soul
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| Where they tied you to a pole
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| And stripped you of your clothes
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| I was a dreamer
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| Staring at windows
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| Out onto the main street
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| 'Cause that’s where the dream goes
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| And each time they found fresh meat to chew
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| I would turn away and return to you
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| You would offer me your unmade bed
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| Feed me till I’m fed and read me till I’m read
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| But when the morning came
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| You would catch me at the window again
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| In an eyes wide open sleeping state
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| Staring into space, with no look upon my face
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| I was a dreamer
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| Staring at windows
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| Out onto the main street
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| 'Cause that’s where the dream goes
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| And when I grew older, when I grew bolder
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| Out onto the streets I flew
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| Released from your shackles
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| I danced with the jackals
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| And learned a new way to move
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| So before you take this song as truth
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| You should wonder what I’m taking from you
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| How I benefit from you being here
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| Lending me your ears
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| While I’m selling you my fears
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| I was a dreamer (I'm selling you my fears)
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| Staring at windows (I'm selling you my fears)
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| Out onto the main street (I'm selling you my fears)
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| 'Cause that’s where the dream goes (I'm selling you)
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| I was a dreamer (I'm selling you my fears)
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| Staring at windows (I'm selling you my fears)
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| Out onto the main street (I'm selling you my fears)
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| 'Cause that’s where the dream goes (I'm selling you) |