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Ash Gone The Dream

in time when it will come At night with the cold wind blowing At night with the cold wind blowing outside Gone the dream, it's all faded now Gone the dream

Late in time when it will come At night with the cold wind blowing At night with the cold wind blowing outside Gone the dream, it's all faded now Gone the dream

dreamer born is a hero bred on earth and up in heaven And Lord help the fool who said You'd better quit while you're ahead A dreamer born is a hero bred

They tried to catch a falling star Thinking that she had gone too far She did but kept it hidden well Until she cracked and then she fell If all the

no more haven than home. Let's flood the floors, come tomorrow we'll all be gone. I always dreamed but never would've thought that five of us sifting through the ash

our mission, like I'm running from the firm in the novel by Grisham. Or Tommyknockers, by Mr. King, on the run and this ain't no dream. REPEAT CHORUS

columns came crashing down Faster that children could outrun the shadows Drunk with hysteria the survivors are running for their lives As precious dreams

nose fixed her breast too A B C D E F you I'm special The best and you are errthing thats left of that I'm gone take it all while you get whatever'

heart inside We cart, we scratched, we ran, we slashed and when he opened up at last Found a cul-de-sac deep and black, smoke and ash Deep and black, smoke and ash