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In the ruins of madness,

a ghost of a chance.

There is new hope

reborn in every tragedy.

And the world I see bares

a mystery waiting to be revealed.

And don’t you know that

every cloud has a silver lining.

You may call me a dreamer,

call me a fool

Just a blue eyed believer

in you...

In the age of confusion,

tears and despair.

Let me sell you

a dream of prosperity.

In this great illusion

Our humble intentions are well concealed.

Because don’t you know that

every cloud has a silver lining.

You may call me a dreamer,

call me a fool.

Just a blue eyed believer

in you.

But I’ll die for that someone

in the blink of an eye.

So tell me, please tell me

just what kind of fool am I?

When I drown in my fears,

in the darkness of sorrow.

There’s a promise of grace

under silver grey skies.

And I’m drying my tears

in the blaze of the sunlight,

a reviere sealed with a kiss.

And you may call me a dreamer,

call me a fool.

Just a blue eyed believer

in you.

But I’ll die for that someone

in the blink of an eye.

So tell me, please tell me

just what kind of fool am I?

Call me a dreamer,

call me a fool.

Just a blue eyed believer

in the colors in you.

But I’ll die for that someone

in the blink of an eye.

So tell me, please tell me

just what kind of fool am I?

What kind of fool am I?