| I’ve been running thru my days
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| Been speeding thru your nights
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| Been hooked to all kinds of possessions
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| I’ve been wearing fancy beads
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| I’ve been tryin' all kinds of seeds
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| But I didn’t see the light 'til I saw you
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| Dreams are our connection
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| Dreams for satisfaction
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| Now she’s gone I see it clear
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| Spent my days in useless fear
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| Because she misses — me
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| Birds are wailing on the telephone line
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| The sun is shining thru their feathers
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| Catching my eyes for those aero-antics
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| The dumb bike-driver mutters
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| As I introduce myself to him
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| Pretending I’m the janitor’s concoction
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| Dreams are our connection
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| Dreams for satisfaction
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| Now she’s gone I see it clear
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| Spent my days in useless fear
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| Because she misses — me
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| Who knows when we will meet again
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| I hope you won’t be cheating then
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| To hide
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| But if you do I won’t be blue
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| I’ll let my tears run free
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| Like the time — when I had you mine
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| Dreams are our connection
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| Dreams for satisfaction
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| Now she’s gone I see it clear
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| Spent my days in useless fear
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| Because she misses — my sweet kisses |