| So many nights I’ve been dreaming of somebody
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| Walking through my treelined grove
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| Caught up and lust in my wild-eyed scheming
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| I can’t seem to cope
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| With any old love
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| At times they may grow harder, yeah
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| Ooh don’t you leave me, don’t go
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| There’s something around here I’m trying to outgrow
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| Alameda
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| Alameda, don’t go
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| The silence around me, it pulls me below
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| Keeping your dreams and your fingers tied
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| Oh it just seems so hard
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| Cuffing my leisure, I’m counting my numbers
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| Crippled by your spare lover’s eyes
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| Just give it to me
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| Of all of that it surrounds you
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| Ooh don’t you leave me and go
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| Some ways you need me, in others I hope
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| Alameda
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| Alameda, don’t go
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| There’s someone around here who’ll pull you right home
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| Yet somehow I’m caught up, up in it again
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| But they don’t know your dreams until they’re stealing them away
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| And while it calls for you
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| Oh well it’s cause for me too
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| But could you say my name for me?
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| I’d do it though I don’t know how
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| Well I love when you take the ride home
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| Can you relieve me and pull me below?
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| Alameda
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| Alameda, aglow
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| How many nights must I go it alone?
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| And somehow I lost you again
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| I’ve been waiting for my doubts
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| I’ve haven’t seen them around |