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ELUSIVE DREAM

Words & Music by Nan Ivins

I felt someone looking at me,

but my own reflection was all I could see.

I turned to look, but it was gone.

And I am haunted by this memory.

Things aren't always as they seem.

Like the remnants of an elusive dream.

Like faded shadows down the hall.

Memories live on as I recall.

Silhouettes of a faded past.

Distant images of what I saw.

Things aren't always as they seem.

Like the remnants of an elusive dream.

The passionate rhythm of the sea.

Wrapped up in these faded memories.

Breakers of memories on the shore.

As far as my mind can see.

Things aren't always as they seem.

Like the remnants of an elusive dream.

And I am haunted by these memories.

Things aren't always as they seem.

Like the remnants of an elusive dream.

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