There was a time when polls were kind
When I floated aloft
My words were uplifting
There was a time when they were blind
And the world came along
Came along to the Docklands
There was a time
Then it all went wrong
I dreamed a dream in time gone by
When polls were high
And I was winning
I dreamed that I would lead and fly
I dreamed the public were forgiving
Then I was tough and unafraid
But plans were made and used and wasted
There was no high debt to be paid
No ploy unsung, no plot went wasted
But the vultures come at night
With their voices harsh as thunder
As they call for me to part
And they turn my dream to shame
I spent a summer riding high
And now my days are surely numbered
I took recession in my stride
But then McBride arose to fame
And still I dream of victory
That I will live ten years in power
There are no dreams that cannot be
There are no storms I cannot weather
I had a dream the polls would be
So different from this hell they’re showing
So different now from what I seemed
Now I have killed the dream I dreamed
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