| Baby, why’d you leave me
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| On the airport with my fingers
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| Put together while I was praying for your lover
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| I wasn’t keen on love at the moment
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| I didn’t even like your modesty hairstyle
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| But then I froze when you left me for another
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| Don’t tell me this dream is over
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| And don’t stop telling me your love
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| Don’t tell me this dream is over
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| And don’t stop burning my eyes my bird of blue
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| Well I waited on the corner of your street
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| 'Cause you’re a street cat, and I’m a mad dog
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| And this night is ours, whether you want it or you don’t
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| Well I picked you flowers and wrote you a poem
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| About a guy who owned the world but no women
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| Maybe you’ll see, maybe someday that I might end you
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| I’ll do you ill
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| Don’t tell me this dream is over
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| And don’t stop telling me your love
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| Don’t tell me this dream is over
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| And don’t stop burning my eyes my bird of blue
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| I can’t live without you breath by my past babe
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| I can’t breath without your life by my future
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| I can’t see clear without your teardrops in my eyes
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| Don’t tell me this dream is over
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| And don’t stop telling me your love
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| Don’t tell me this dream is over
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| And don’t stop burning my eyes my bird of blue
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| Don’t tell me this dream is over
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| Please don’t tell me this dream is over now |