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Seasons, my friend
Colour me
So we can blend
Forbid me to go
I know so little
About the wind
When it blows
Dreamer, dreamer
Im walking out of your dream
Take me off that parade
And place me somewhere
In yours sense of a shades
Your night shuts my door
And I will not dream anymore
See if I can pass by that waiting hand
If I can pass by that wandering man
If I can leave to get on
See that it all makes sense pretty soon
Dreamer, dreamer
Im walking out, while you go on
Dreamer, dreamer
Dreamer, dreamer
I be where I belong
Dreamer, dreamer ...