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The First Dream I get up and it still feels like Saturday night Nothing new here, I still feel all right I thought about what you once said That life is like dying except in your head The dreams that are woven are thicker than years I dream of the taking off all of your fears When walking on water just isn't enough We look for a martyr made of stern stuff We found him in you, my beautiful child I look like I do when I want to go wild We're walking in circles and talking in songs You know it's the dream where nothing belongs So, now you're our martyr, what do you do This job and this title, are they new to you Well nothing is easy and nothing is fun when you are expected to love everyone I dream and I dream and I never wake up I scream in my dream and I never wake up This time it's forever, just like you said Dying's not easy, When you're in bed I dreamed that I loved you and lost you and lo! My martyr is missing where did he go?