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Walking by yourself in the cold, cold winter

Wrapped up in your coat like

It’s a magic blanket

You say no matter where I go

They all look like strangers

You see the world only seems

The fairytale that it isn’t

Dream on, dream on

there’s nothing wrong

If you dream on, dream on

Of being a swan

And now you’re looking at the sky

Talking to your angel

Could he turn this dirty street

Into a flying carpet?

But then you say I am not scared of anything

Such a shy lie silent as a stone that is fallin’ down

Dream on, dream on

there’s nothing wrong

If you dream on, dream on

Of being a swan