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Another dead day done

Another day denying

That we do not know how

To dream anymore

//

Once more the girl

Gags on her own lies

And falls down broken

Onto the street

//

She cries and cries

But she gets no sympathy

//

The hours spin reality above our heads

lonely children call our names out loud

//

Still we try maintain our fantasy

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•

The girl lies broken

( so she does say )

The passersby

Simply laugh at her

And go on their way

//

The dead day done

perhaps the girl shall rise

Perhaps she'll have a light in her eyes

Perhaps perhaps

A lot of things

//

But

She don't know how to dream anymore