| I dreamed of the stars so much, they seem familiar
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| Like once what was your lovers touch, just reached back to kill ya and if I ever go astray, I’ll say that I knew ya Tomorrows same as yesterday, so what good will that do ya To fall upon ourselves each night
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| and crawl like vampires from the light
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| and later on well they all say
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| They never cared much anyway
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| I’ve dreamed of myself so much, I must seem familiar
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| Like once what was my lovers touch, reached out to thrill ya and if we ever go astray, I’ll say that I knew ya Tomorrows the same as yesterday, what good will that do ya You’re on your marks and off your face
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| Hung out in some exotic place
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| and in your hand but out of reach
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| Once more you go into the breach
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| We fall upon ourselves each night
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| and crawl like vampires from the light
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| and later on well they all say
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| They never made much anyway
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| and I dreamed of the stars so much, they seem familiar
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| like once what was your lovers touch, just reached back to kill ya But if you ever went astray, I'd say that I knew ya tomorrows same as yesterday, so what good will that do ya You're on your marks and off your |
| face
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| Hung out in some exotic place
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| But out of reach within your hand |