She said she had a dream that I moved to Chicago.
That i was a member of some church.
That we were standing on a cold sidewalk in a dusty city.
That she asked me "is this it?"
And then, I guess I walked off.
She felt sad. I can't tell you how i felt.
It wasn't my dream.
But you can see how it really applies.
I'm so different from them, and It's too late to change that.
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