| The song that I can sing but I can try for your heart
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| Our dreams, they are made out of real things
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| Like a, shoebox of photographs 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 sometimes life can be deceiving
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| I’ll tell you one thing
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| It’s always better when we’re together
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| Mmm, 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 just might find their way into my dreams tonight
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| But I know that they’ll be gone when the morning light sings
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| And brings new things for tomorrow night, you’ll 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 the dreams might find a way into my day to day scene
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| I’ll be under the impression I was somewhere in-between
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| With only two, just me and you
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| Not so many things we got to do or places we’ve 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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| Mmm, 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, 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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| 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 |