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I dream Broken Dreams, I make them come true. I make them for you.

What's that metronome I hear, Perhaps the end is drawing near. You never hear the shot that takes you down.

Now your dreams a memory, and seems more true from far away. Just like smoke that fades and makes no sound.

Out of time, So say goodbye. What is yours,Now it's mine, And I dream broken dreams, I make them come true, I make them for you.

Almost to the mounting top, You slip and fall, just like a stone, Rolling ever faster, To this nightmare you have sown.

You had it all Right in your grasp, But in a breath, You let it pass. Now at last, The end is come, You are all alone.

Now your dreams Are just illusions; Bits of nothing, And confusion. Don't you look  Behind the illusion,  No more timing, And I'm certain,

I dream broken dreams, I make them come true, I make them for you