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Marc Almond - The Libertines Dream

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On a bed of silken sheets he lay his head

The pillow edged in gold and red



A palace in his prison walls

A feast for all, theres really only bread



Those walls shut out the world

Leaving him to conjure up his own instead



He dreams, he dreams, he dreams, he dreams

And dreams



A fantasy of sumptuous sensuality

His reality



Where only straw the more his mind hallucinates

Creates desire and fire



His thoughts pour out upon the page

His thirst is never quenched, never tired



He dreams, he dreams, he dreams, he dreams

And dreams

He dreams, he dreams, he dreams, he dreams

And dreams

He dreams, he dreams, he dreams, he dreams

And dreams

And dreams



He builds himself a fortress

Fills it with the lusty, beautiful and wise



Fantasy to fantasy

His kingdom is a playground for desire



And he the king within his walls

Deliberately locks the world outside



He dreams, he dreams, he dreams, he dreams

And dreams



He dreams, he dreams, he dreams, he dreams

And dreams

He dreams, he dreams, he dreams, he dreams

And dreams

And dreams



All the mind divine

A cornucopia of pleasure in his mind



But just a little sad for all these things he had

He waits and serves his time



With a wicked gleam he tastes his freedom

And sets out to realise



His dreams, his dreams, his dreams, his dreams

His dreams

(repeat to fade)

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