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Under the sun, I played with my mind

How to be where I haven’t been

To make connection and how to be kind

To catch all my dreams flying that I haven’t touch.



Soaked up to the sun

My eyes are burning

My dreams don’t know where to land

I spread my arms

I feel my blood is running.



My dreams, my dreams, what took you so long

Aren’t you fit for me?

Tell me, where am I really belong?

Cuz I’m tired, dreamin’.



Well, it’s funny to be here

But it’s not funny that I’m empty

I’m the oldest dreamer, still have nothing

Still have no wings to swim the wind

And still a little…



9/04/02