| I could put on the back of a postcard
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| No song that I could sing
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| But I could try for your heart
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| Our dreams
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| And they are made out of real things
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| Like a shoebox of photographs
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| With sepia-toned loving
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| Love is the answer, at least for most of the questions in my heart
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| Like why are we here? |
| And where do we go?
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| And how come it’s so hard?
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| It’s not always easy and
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| Sometimes life can be deceiving
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| I’ll tell you one thing, it’s always better when we’re together
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| It’s always better when we’re together
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| Yeah, we’ll look at the stars when we’re together
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| Well, it’s always better when we’re together
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| Yeah, it’s always better when we’re together
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| And all of these moments
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| Just might find their way into my dreams tonight
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| But I know that they’ll be gone
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| When the morning light sings
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| And brings new things
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| For tomorrow night you see
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| That they’ll be gone too
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| Too many things I have to do
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| But if all of these dreams might find their way
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| Into my day to day scene
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| I’d be under the impression
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| I was somewhere in between
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| With only two
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| Just me and you
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| Not so many things we got to do
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| Or places we got to be
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| We’ll sit beneath the mango tree now
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| Yeah, it’s always better when we’re together
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| We’re somewhere in between together
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| Well, it’s always better when we’re together
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| Yeah, it’s always better when we’re together
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| I believe in memories
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| They look so, so pretty when I sleep
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| Hey now, and when I wake up
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| You look so pretty sleeping next to me
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| But there is not enough time
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| And there is no, no song I could sing
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| And there is no combination of words I could say
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| But I will still tell you one thing
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| We’re better together |