You call me up. They cool me down. They drown me with a syphon spewing
ice-knives, nail me to my shadow, case me in a plaster-cast and cast me
down the mine. I`ll dig until my fingers shine and blood runs down the
wall. They wanted coal but I`ll keep scraping until I`m striking gold.
It`s fool`s gold, but I`m just a fool - be sure, it`s real enough for me!
I`ll make a crown. I`ll take my princess to the holy ground, we`ll waltz
around the stones. So fast, we`ll twist into another time. Another home!
Just you and me; a few well-chosen friends because we need them. It`s so
lonely caged in eden eating apples only cause we`re so damn bored.
A DREAM IS A DREAM, NO MATTER NO MEANING
A DREAM IS A DREAM - BUT IT`S REAL AT THE TIME!
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