If you dreamt of a dream that you can’t achieve
I heard it from someone claiming to be a fool on a hill
If you always believed in victory
It will be sweet in the end
I heard it from someone claiming to be a fool on a hill
If you always believed in victory
It will be sweet in the end
The stars and dreams that I called out so much, those things
Can you tell me it was right to call stars a target, and a dream just a dream
To the man who wanted to love The Land of Fantasy
The beauty of reality was toxic
It had to be like that
That’s the pain of getting rid of that old-fashioned metaphor
As much as the world was generous, it was just as painful
No, actually, I thought it would hurt so much so I just left it
Now everything I had believed in
I can say it was a fantasy
And yet, I want to believe again
To call it a fantasy
To be able to call it that, those times..
And… and…
Still I have to go back home tonight
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