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Forgotten DreamsWalking all alone on the edge of the night,I feel a knife and it’s going inside I didn’t know who or where it was, I turned around and it’s only my bride Well I see the face of an ancient ghost in the window of an empty train Well I see a girl on a red brick road on her knees and she’s crying rain And the black tornado is a rippin’ and it’s coming to town Run to the hills and rooftops without a sound Tiny black umbrellas flying round in the sky Well hold your arms out and hope you’re able to fly And I don’t need nothing anymore it seems I don’t need all these forgotten dreams Don’t need all these forgotten dreams anymore Stare at myself in a rusted mirror and I pour a glass of wine Don’t know what to believe anymore but I do believe in time You skeleton key and you try and try, but you just can’t open me Well I’ve sealed my fate and I hope you relate and it just comes home to me |