Andy Simon: Music

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In a dream world filled with confusing dissolves,
Where unraveling scenes have little resolve.
There's always one face, a thematic device,
And you're not there by chance, not a roll of the dice.

One minute I'm flying, and you're there on a cloud.
When I'm on a stage, naked, you're there in the crowd.
Where ever I am, you're three steps behind.
Which means only one thing, you're in front of my mind.

CHORUS: You're my heartmate, you're my soulrest, You're my mindthrob, you're my Dream Guest.

I try to catch you, but I'm moving in slow motion.
Ran into Alice and her pocket full of potions.
And I hear her laugh, the way you sometimes do.
And when I turned around I realized she was you.
It had to be you.

Now I bet Sigmund Freud would say that I was insane.
With some deep-seeded fears in the back of my brain.
Well he may just be right. Who can really say?
When you're there I dream in color, when you're not I dream in gray.

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