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"Wounds"

I dreamed a dream in time gone by 

When hope was high 

And life worth living 

I dreamed that love would never die...

But the tigers come at night 

With their voices soft as thunder 

As they tear your hope apart 

And they turn your dream to shame 

But there are dreams that cannot be 

And there are storms we cannot weather 

I had a dream my life would be 

So different from this hell I'm living 

So different now from what it seemed 

Now life has killed the dream I dreamed.