| I dreamed of my old lover last night
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| I wondered if I spoke out loud
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| And if by chance my husband overheard
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| He’d put my face back in the crowd
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| His eyes were clear and gentle then
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| He’d kissed the troubles from my brow
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| I long to fall to sleep again
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| I wondered how he would look now
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| Would our kids grow stubborn or grow strong?
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| Would their limbs bronze insult to the sun?
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| I wondered how it feels but then
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| I rarely dream of anyone
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| In the songs of shame and the tales of dread
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| Where they seal the lovers' lips with lead
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| And all the vines wind through their eyes
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| But no one knows this passion now
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| But no one knows this passion now
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| So I keep this fancy to myself
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| I keep my lipstick twisted tight
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| I long to fall to sleep again
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| 'Cause I dreamed of my old lover last night
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| I long to fall to sleep again
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| 'Cause I dreamed of my old lover last night |