tonight I'll dream a girl called home and wake up in tears all on my own with the sun coming up and my head against stone balcony dressed and drawn tonight I'll Dream a room so far away frost pale blue the colour of a perfect day and then screw up my face in the mirror as I wait for the others to call but if I don't believe in magic and I don't believe in blood and I don't believe in miracles and I don't believe in love then how come I believe so soon in a cherry tree girl and a dust blue room? tonight I'll dream an hour so long shadow soft smiles and everyone loves me to open my eyes in a drag myself face undone hard back into the world tonight I'll dream a dream I dream without even trying I'm flying I scream as I practice the move I spit at my pillow stained face and the others all come but if I don't believe in magic and I don't believe in blood and I don't believe in miracles and I don't believe in love then how come I believe it seems in a girl called home and a world called dreams?
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