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Silson Every dream that I dream, Seems to float on by, Like a cloud in the wind, Way up in the sky, Every move that I make, Seems to be the wrong way, Like a cold black night, After a summer day. What can I do, What can I do, Nothing to say but it used to be, Nothing to say but it used to be, What can I do. Used to play my guitar, With a smile on my face, Now everything`s changed, My whole life`s rearranged, From the day I was born, Sidle Jinks was my name, Though I tried and I tried, That name still remains. What can I do, What can I do, Nothing to say but it used to be, Nothing to say but it used to be, What can I do. What can I do, What can I do, What can I do, What can I do. I hear voices all singing, But no one is there, It`s a ghost of my life, Bringing past tense to mind, Lookin` key inside me, From the freedom and sin, Oh come let me in, I`ll start all over again. What can I do, What can I do, Nothing to say but it used to be, No no no no no no no no no, What can I do, What can I do, What can I do, What. |