I never forget
In the morning
we came down
to the lake
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The lake
Well the dreamers walk in a landscape with a smile
Among ancient factories that could almost beguile
There’s a grinding feeling of an unsolved crime
But will they find the hidden track
I feel I want to be with them
Walk along the silver path
Beneath the shimmering sky
They wonder why
They can never come back
Well the dreamers sit round the fire by the lake
Quietly thinking of any reason to partake
But will they find the hidden track
I feel I want to be with them
Walk along the silver path
Beneath the shimmering sky
We wonder why
We can never come back
I never forget
In the morning
We came down
To the lake
I never forget
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