| Why are my eyes always full of this vision of you?
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| Why do I dream silly dreams that I fear won’t come true?
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| I long to show you the stars caught in the dark of the sea
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| I long to speak of my love but you don’t come to me
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| So I ask myself if maybe someday you’ll care
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| I tell my sad little dreams to the soft evening air
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| I am quite hopeless it seems
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| Two things I know how to do
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| One is to dream, two is loving you
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| Why are my eyes always full of this vision of you?
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| Why do I dream silly dreams that I fear won’t come true?
|
| I long to show you the stars caught in the dark of the sea
|
| I long to speak of my love but you don’t come to me
|
| So I ask myself if maybe someday you’ll care
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| I tell my sad little dreams to the soft evening air
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| I am quite hopeless it seems
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| Two things I know how to do
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| One is to dream, two is loving you |