I'm always treading on dangerous ground
And everything seems to be
Don't mess with doctor dream
Don't mess with doctor dream
Come lay
(chorus)
Here's to future days (Oh, future days)
Here's to future
This old life seemed much too long
With little point in
I hear you laughing in some other room
And it makes
You say you want a revolution
Well, you know
We all want
She lives in a big white house
The rooms are lemon
There's a Chinese opera on the television
You paint your mouth
Take my hand
Rob me for a while of my sight
Don't
I was dancing in heaven, you were keeping time
Then I
I work on the front line
I work to survive
I sleep
I saw you therejust standing thereAnd I thought I was
Don't mess with Dr. Dream - don't mess with Dr.
I have a picture pinned to my wallan image of
I know you wellAnd I can tellSomething's on your mind'Cos
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