| today I had a charming dream
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| a dream with lots of weird things in
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| and when I woke up I got mad
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| she’s still beside there in my bed
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| hey, I need you like a little baby needs a language to betray
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| or is it just a felling maybe, an illusion every day
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| all I know, all I feel
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| I always thought
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| I’d love you still
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| but I knew, there was more
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| there was fear
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| more than you
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| and then I turned the radio on
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| and take a polished shiny gun
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| I put the barrel to my head
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| an pull the trigger on my bed
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| and there we go hand in hand,
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| we need it
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| we need the same again
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| and so we go through the same
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| all I know, all I feel
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| I always thought
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| I’d love you still
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| but I knew, there was more
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| there was fear
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| more than you, more than you
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| hey, I need you like a little baby
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| needs a language to betray
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| or is it just a felling maybe, an illusion every day
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| there we go hand in hand
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| we need it, we need the same again
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| and so we go through the same
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| defeated we need it, we need to fly away |