| Do they really exist, or am I out of order?
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| And if he shows up here, just the way I prefer
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| You’re giving me a tear, like you never give up
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| Climbing on your thoughts to heaven
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| We don’t have to talk, we are even
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| Catch me if you can, need a rope
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| On a scale of ten, we are eleven
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| We are eleven
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| We are eleven
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| We are eleven
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| Now we are floating here, hours after hours
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| Nothing interferes, erasing past and future
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| My only question is, where were you before?
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| Sweet dreams are made of this, it doesn’t matter anymore
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| Climbing on your thoughts to heaven
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| We don’t have to talk, we are even
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| Catch me if you can, need a ro? |
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| On a scale of ten, we are eleven
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| We are eleven
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| We are eleven
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| We are eleven |