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Woke up on a good day |
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And the world was wonderful |
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A midnight summer dream had me in its spell |
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I dreamt about an old man |
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Sat and watched the rain all night |
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He couldn't sleep a wink as all the drops fell |
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He told me of the beauty |
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Hidden in our foreheads |
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He told me of the ugliness |
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We show instead |
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And when we put a foot wrong, do we learn |
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From all the pain? |
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A midnight summer dream as he watched the rain |
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Then at midnight he poured another drink |
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And bent my ear |
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After midnight we sat up half the night |
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Or maybe more |
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And he began to tell me what it was all for |
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I woke up in an armchair |
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He had gone, I don't know where |
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Left me there to sit and look at the rain |
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Don't remember much at all |
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But his words were echoing |
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A midnight summer dream and then wake again |
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Maybe I'll never find him |
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Maybe he's gone forever |
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Maybe I'll have to sit here |
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Watching the weather |
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One thing's pretty certain, helped me |
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Make it in the night |
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Showed me somewhere else between wrong and right |
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And at midnight if you can't sleep |
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Then I can bend your ear |
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After midnight we'll sit up half the night |
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Or maybe more |
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And I'll begin to tell you what it is all for |
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Wake up on a good day |
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And the world feels wonderful |
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Midnight summer dream has me in its spell |
