The Alan Parsons Project
	Dora

Written by Eric Woolfson and Alan Parsons

Another of Freud's patients

Dora, in the middle of the night

Will you wait for me

Till the morning sun shines bright

For it's all a dream

And it's only make believe

Dora, oh it hurts to hear you say

You're all alone

And the pain won't go away

But it's all a dream

And it's only make believe

Listening, through the hours of the day

Waiting for the night to end

Thinking, though it's not for me to say

When will I see you again

When will I see you again

Forget the lies they whisper in your ear

And every superstitious word you hear

Dora, though the truth is hard to face

And the fantasy

Is not easy to replace

It is all a dream

And it's only make believe

Oh I keep thinking

Of the words I shouldn't say

When will I see you again

When will I see you again

And every doubt they whisper in your ear

And all the half-forgotten past you fear

One day will fade away and disappear

Dora, in the middle of the night

Do you wait for me

Where the morning sun shines bright

Is it all a dream

Is it only make believe

Is it all a thread

Of the tangled web you weave

Is it all a dream

Is it only make believe

Song copyright 1990 The Freudiana Music Company Limited

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