| You are soft to the touch
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| And things fall upon the ground for you
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| I am torn and blessed as much
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| For I cannot not love you as I do
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| We are here within our skin
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| Like a coin tossed up on a tambourine
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| We’ll soo be gone from all we see
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| In this dream within a dream within a dream
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| When you leave your body laying on your bed at night
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| And you drift away to somewhere like you do
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| In the morning when you open your eyes
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| Do the lovers in your dreams wake up too?
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| Do the lovers in your dreams wake up too?
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| You are wild within your dreams
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| And it’s dangerous company to keep
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| Perhaps it is as it seems
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| Then again, these dark waters run deep
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| You are lost to my eyes
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| Like a Gypsy child on European streets
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| I hope some day you’ll realize
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| In the darkness there are thieves
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| When you leave your body laying on your bed at night
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| And you drift away to somewhere like you do
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| In the morning when you open your eyes
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| Do the lovers in your dreams wake up too?
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| Do the lovers in your dreams wake up too?
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| Why do I burn if love is kind?
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| Perhaps this is what the poets mean
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| When they rhyme all those words
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| In dark shades of deep blues and greens
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| You are soft to the touch
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| And things fall upon the ground for you
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| I am torn and blessed as much
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| For I cannot not love you as I do
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| When you leave your body laying on your bed at night
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| And you drift away to somewhere like you do
|
| In the morning when you open your eyes
|
| Do the lovers in your dreams wake up too?
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| Do the lovers in your dreams wake up too?
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| Do the lovers in your dreams wake up too?
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| Do the lovers in your dreams wake up too?
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| Do the lovers in your dreams wake up too? |