| The woman in my dream, too beautiful to touch
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| And I’m afraid to speak, I may say too much
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| Then I’ll begin to plead and I’ll begin to pray
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| And show the fool I am and she’ll just run away
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| I turn to my guitar and touch her silver strings
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| Oh, the more I hurt, the prettier she sings
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| I live on the Earth and love is on a star
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| If I can’t have love, I’ll turn to my guitar
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| The lovers from my past have vanished in the wind
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| But they come to my room to see my now and then
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| The kiss me on the cheek and tell me «Please don’t cry.»
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| They say they love me still and then they say goodbye
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| You hold me to the fire and you read me like a book
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| I’m older than I act and younger than I look
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| And knowing me so well, you know it’s no surprise
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| To see it isn’t love but pity in your eyes |