| You’ve been in my dreams
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| Right there in the seams
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| In the nooks, in the fabric
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| And where the day leaves
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| There’s so much I’d like
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| To share with you
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| Share my arms
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| Share my time
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| Share almost anything that’s mine
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| Except my fear of losing you
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| Oooh
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| We could fly to New York
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| I could show you that place
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| Cut shapes from the winter’s
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| Most delicate lace
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| Lay down into
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| Among crystals of snow
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| But this is real life
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| Don’t you know?
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| We could fly to New York
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| I could show you that place
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| Cut shapes from the winter’s
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| Most delicate lace
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| Lay down into
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| Among crystals of snow
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| But this is real life
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| Don’t you know?
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| You’re part of me now
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| Known me somehow
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| Since birth
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| Since I fell down
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| Since you gave me my crown
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| It’s too much to bear
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| Too much love there
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| Full of wonder
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| I will be free
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| You can see almost all of me
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| But not my fear of losing you
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| Oooh
|
| We could fly to New York
|
| I could show you that place
|
| Cut shapes from the winter’s
|
| Most delicate lace
|
| Lay down into
|
| Among crystals of snow
|
| But this is real life
|
| Don’t you know?
|
| We could fly to New York
|
| I could show you that place
|
| Cut shapes from the winter’s
|
| Most delicate lace
|
| Lay down into
|
| Among crystals of snow
|
| But this is real life
|
| Don’t you know? |