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Intro : (2x)
I dreamed I was drowning
In the river Thames
I dreamed I had nothing at all
Nothing but my own skin
I dreamed I was drifting
On the howling wind
I dreamed I had nothing at all
Nothing but my own skin
Slipped away from your open hands
Into the river
Saw your face looking back at me
I saw my past and I saw my future
You take the pieces of the dreams that you have
Cause you don't like the way they seem to be going
You cut them up and spread them out on the floor
You're full of hope as you begin rearranging
Put it all back together
But anyway you look at things looks like
The lovers are losing
I dreamed I was watching
The young lovers dance
I reached out to touch your hand
But I was watching from a distance
We cling to love like a skidding car
Clinched to the corner
I try to hold on to what we are
The more I squeeze the quicker we all are
You take the pieces of the dreams that you have
Cause you don't like the way they seem to be going
You cut them up and spread them out on the floor
You're full of hope as you begin rearranging
Put it all back together
But anyway you look at things looks like
The lovers are losing
I dreamed I had nothing at all (nothing but my own skin)
I dreamed I had nothing at all (nothing but my own skin)
I dreamed I had nothing at all (nothing but my own skin)
I dreamed I had nothing at all (nothing at all)
You take the pieces of the dreams that you have
Cause you don't like the way they seem to be going
You cut them up and spread them out on the floor
You're full of hope as you begin rearranging
Put it all back together
But anyway you look at things looks like
The lovers are losing
You take the pieces of the dreams that you have
Cause you don't like the way they seem to be going
You cut them up and spread them out on the floor
You're full of hope as you begin rearranging
Put it all back together
But in the final reckoning
The lovers are losing
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