Long
and lonely nights,
I've waited for you
to put things to rights.
Leaving you to do
your thing without
disturbance from me.
Somehow I doubt
you'll ever be
back.
I'll keep your things:
if you ever need them,
the phone still rings.
And now that you're free
of me at last,
your time is your own:
go have a blast
and I'll dream alone
without you;
I'll dream alone
if I must;
because I guess our little castle in the sky just turned to dust.
So I'll dream alone: that's showbiz.
I'll dream alone from the end,
and I'll be trying not to dream of what was once and might have been:
if only I'd known.
I'll dream alone.
Dreams we had a few
But what kind of dream
beats you black and blue?
I wanted to scream, "don't go away",
but nothing came out;
all I could say was:
I'll dream alone
without you;
I'll dream alone
if I must;
because I guess our little castle in the sky just turned to dust.
So I'll dream alone: that's showbiz.
I'll dream alone from the end,
and I'll be trying not to dream of what was once and might have been:
if only I'd known.
I'll dream alone.
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