One cold damp evening
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The world stood still
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I watched as I held my breath
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A silhouette I thought I knew
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Came through
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And someone spoke to me
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Whispered in my ear
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This fantasy's for you
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Fantasies are "in" this year
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My whole life passed before my eyes
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I thought
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What they say is true
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I shed my skin and my disguise
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And cold, numb and naked
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I emerged from my cocoon
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And a half remembered tune
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Played softly in my head
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He said
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Then he turned smiling...
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He turned smiling...
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I realise a miracle is due
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I dedicate this melody to you
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I realise a miracle is due
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I dedicate this melody to you
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But is this the stuff dreams are made of?
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If this is the stuff dreams are made of
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No wonder I feel like I'm floating on air
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No wonder I feel like I'm floating on air
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I realise a miracle is due
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I dedicate this melody to all of you
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But is this the stuff dreams are made of?
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If this is the stuff dreams are made of
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No wonder I feel like I'm floating on air
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No wonder I feel like I'm floating on air
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No wonder I feel like I'm floating on air
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Floating on air...
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And it feels like I'm everywhere
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It's like you fail to make the connection
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You know how vital it is
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(someone's banging on my door)
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Or when something slips through your fingers
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You know how precious it is
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(someone's banging on my door)
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Well you reach the point where you know
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It's only your second skin
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It's only your second skin
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It's only your second skin
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Second Skin
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