Yesterday I called up everyone I knew on my cellphone,
I was in a strange park,
poorly playing the first guitar.
Yellow moon, right now the Moon is softly telling
you to open your eyes.
Young man, you are still dreaming.
Dream on....
Dream on....
Turn around, you are not alone.
Dream on, when will we meet?
Everyday, every night, until you reach the light,
I am sending you all my scattered emotions.
Magical chords change, a sleepless town.
A special guitar solo, in a soft minor key.
Of my lullaby of memories.
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