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Lately it seems
The dreams that I dream
Are stories I can't make perfect
They're tired and long
They're bitter and cold
They're telling of things, I'm uncertain
So how, how do I begin to understand


Wouldn't it be nice
To deconstruct the past
And build it so it lasts
Make it innocent and naive
Like the way we used to dream


There are beliefs that I
Thought would survive
Places I thought I'd never leave
But despite putting in
My best performance
The show has run off without me
So how, how do I begin to understand


Wouldn't it be nice
To deconstruct the past
And build it so it lasts
Make it innocent and naive
Like the way we used to dream, ooh
Like all the things we used to dream