| I had a dream of you
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| I dreamed of you last night
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| Sailing on the Isle de France
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| A study of white and blue
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| A piano of ivory
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| First you sat and played
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| You were dancing between the tables
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| I couldn’t take my eyes away
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| Then in my dream you walked right off the floor
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| I might as well have been back in Crete
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| Just me, the empty bottles, and tables
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| I can’t believe I’m back on the street
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| Walking in my sleep
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| If ya wanna dream, baby
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| It’s alright with me
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| Ya wanna share a dream
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| You can share a dream with me
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| That time in Istanbul
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| We caught a fast train to Spain
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| To run with the bulls in Pamplona
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| You swore you’d dance flamenco again
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| Things were fine in Milano
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| Everything til then was ah bien
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| It was in the piazza San Marco
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| That’s where my troubles began
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| There’s a slow boat to China
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| It left the day before yesterday
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| I know a beach in Sri Lanka
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| I got an uncle in Tampa Bay
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| It’ll probably be the Striats of Magellan
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| Far up north way beyond Saskatoon
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| I only hope the next time I am stranded
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| I ain’t very far from Rangoon
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| Walking in my sleep
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| If ya wanna dream, baby
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| It’s alright with me
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| Ya wanna share a dream
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| You can share a dream with me
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| Walking in my sweet, sweet dream
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| The colors are so real
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| You can touch the ones you feel
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| Every dreamer was alone
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| til the world could see his soul… |