Like a cloud, his finger explode
On the typewriter ribbon, the shadow grows
His heart's in a bowl behind the bank
And every evening when he gets home
To make his supper and eat it alone
His black shirt cries while his shoes get cold
It's just a dream he keeps having (ooh ooh)
It doesn't seem to mean anything
It's just a dream he keeps having
It doesn't seem to mean anything
One summer, a suicide
Another autumn, a traveler's guide
He hits snooze twice before he dies
And every evening when he gets home
To make his supper and eat it alone
His black shirt cries while his shoes get cold
It's just a dream he keeps having (ooh ooh)
It doesn't seem to mean anything
It's just a dream he keeps having (ooh ooh)
It doesn't seem to mean anything
On the typewriter ribbon, the shadow grows
His heart's in a bowl behind the bank
And every evening when he gets home
To make his supper and eat it alone
His black shirt cries while his shoes get cold
It's just a dream he keeps having (ooh ooh)
It doesn't seem to mean anything
It's just a dream he keeps having
It doesn't seem to mean anything
One summer, a suicide
Another autumn, a traveler's guide
He hits snooze twice before he dies
And every evening when he gets home
To make his supper and eat it alone
His black shirt cries while his shoes get cold
It's just a dream he keeps having (ooh ooh)
It doesn't seem to mean anything
It's just a dream he keeps having (ooh ooh)
It doesn't seem to mean anything
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