| We both have a morning cup of coffee
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| And with tender love you reach and touch my hand
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| And my son comes in and says good morning daddy
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| And I say how’s daddy’s little man
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| Then I woke up from dreaming
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| I woke up from dreaming
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| I keep dreaming you’re not gone
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| But I’d found myself alone
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| When I woke up from dreaming
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| We’re both making plans for the future
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| Of the joy that we want to give our son
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| We’d save almost enough to buy a new home
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| A home filled with love and family fun
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| Then I woke up from dreaming
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| I woke up from dreaming
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| I keep dreaming you’re not gone
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| But I’d found myself alone
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| When I woke up from dreaming
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| Then I woke up from dreaming… |