one of these days
you two will wake up like strangers
you'll ask him his name
hell ask you the same
you'll forget to ask where you came from
you'll get out of bed
with the thought in your head
i wonder if he's any danger
he'll go back to sleep
like a secret you'll keep
and you'll choose to call it a home
aren't you afraid
it'll all pass this way
with the life you live dreaming not waking
well it all could come true
though its frightening to you
that's a risk i'm okay with taking
and so she stood at the door
and i asked her no more
but gave her a kiss for her leaving
my true love is gone
to risk at someone
and i am alone left to grieve her
aren't you afraid
one of these days
you'll wake like a stranger
in stopping too low
and speaking too slow
dreaming is always a danger
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it's always a risk.
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