We all know dreams disappear so fast on waking. Seconds, minutes at most.
Sometimes good - nightmares that fade away in daylight.
Sometimes bad - happy places that can never be.
Or tragic. A hauntingly beautiful song that slips away - the faster you try to write it down, record the two voices the quicker it dissolves away from you.
Leaving 2 lines of chorus that mean little and are nothing special, even to you.
We know where you come from;
We know why your here.
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Console yourself with the fact that more often than not things that seem amazing in dreams turn out to be terrible in the cold light of day.
I've lost count of the number of times I have been sure I have come up with a great song only to wake up a bit more and realise that it really sucks.
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