| Crimson rises over black and grey
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| As the morning comes
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| Silence, but the cricket sings
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| And I can hear you breathing
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| Water, mountains, rise and fall
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| Rise and fall with dignity
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| One more day without you
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| Is just too much for me
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| Through the eyes of love I see your face
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| And in the words of love I call your name
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| Through the eyes of love I see your face
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| And in these dreams I feel no pain
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| Dreams in America
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| Dreams in America
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| So we curl into a little ball and roll
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| To where we lie in ecstasy
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| Breezes soothe our souls
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| Listen to the lover’s fantasy
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| Through the eyes of love I see your face
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| And in the words of love I call your name
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| Through the eyes of love I see your face
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| And in these dreams I feel no pain
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| Dreams in America
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| Dreams in America
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| We seem to go our separate ways
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| Our bodies tune into a different rhyme
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| The only thought that is a saving grace
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| Reunion, with the passage of time
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| Dreams in America
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| Dreams in America |