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Verse 1
Time is rain falling down hard upon broken soil,
the strange drifting days never seem to come to a conclusion.
The sky looks up again, the sun beats down,
and before I know it,
it's Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter and out.
Chorus
I've been dreaming this dream too long, too long, too long, too long,
dreaming this dream too long wasting too much time.
Verse 2
Seems I've been dreaming this dream so long, so long,
and dreams blow away like dust and cheap wine.
These moments caress the edge of forsaken memory,
these are the strange days of consequence and time.
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