| You’re my wildest dream
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| I can’t believe that you look so good
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| I am begging please
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| Come back here let me dream you again
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| Well, I’m not what you’d call a catch
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| I ain’t good looking and I ain’t rich
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| And I’m bent double under a weight of loneliness
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| Well, I need someone to call my own
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| And I’ve been looking for so long
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| For someone nice to fill my days
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| And empty nights the way I want
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| You’re my wildest dream
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| I can’t believe that you look so good
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| I am begging please
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| Come back here let me dream you again
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| Well, I sometimes have to hang around
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| The pick-up places and so on
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| But every time I find a bit
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| I never hit
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| Well, I won’t be up to that no more
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| I’ve found myself a permanence
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| One who’ll come day or night
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| And hit the light and hold me tight
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| You’re my wildest dream
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| I can’t believe that you look so good
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| I am begging please
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| Come back here let me dream you again
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| Well, I won’t be up to that no more
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| I’ve found myself a permanence
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| One who’ll come day or night
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| And hit the light and hold me tight
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| You’re my wildest dream
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| I can’t believe that you look so good
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| I am begging please
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| Come back here let me dream you again
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| I say you’re my wildest dream
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| I can’t believe that you look so good
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| I am begging please
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| Come back here let me dream you again |