| you and I in the room with the balcony
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| you lie on the bed while I stare at the sea
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| I stare at the sea
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| on such reveries
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| and we’re riding the ponies in Mexico.
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| the moonlight leaps through the palm tree groves
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| oh, wouldn’t you know?
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| we’re in Mexico
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| yes all of these things, all of these things
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| they are such reveries, ohh
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| all of these things, all of these things
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| they are such reveries
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| the oceans waves loomed as large as could be they threw us below but you held onto me yeah, you held onto me oh such reveries
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| 'cause you are my treasure, a love that astounds
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| the end of my searches, my looking around
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| no more looking around
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| a love that astounds.
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| yes all of these things, all of these things
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| they are such reveries, ohh
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| all of these things, all of these things
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| they are such reveries
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| but don’t listen to me,
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| it’s my imagination
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| I don’t even know you
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| it never happened
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| just dreams in slow motion
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| they never happened
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| all that I told you
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| it never happened ever
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| 'cause all of these things, all of these things
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| they are just reveries, ohh
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| all of these things, all of these things
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| they are just reveries
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| yes all of these things, all of these things
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| they are just reveries, ohh
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| all of these things, all of these things
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| they are just reveries
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| so many visions still to see
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| and many travails before I may sleep
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| but then when I sleep
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| oh such reveries |