Every dream that I dream
Seems to float on by
Like a cloud in the wind
Way-up in the sky.
Every move that I make
Seems to be the wrong way
Like a cold black night
After a summer’s day.
What can I do
What can I do
Nothing to say but it used to be
Nothing to say but it used to be
What can I do
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