| Well, when the lights hang low
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| And I lay down and close my eyes
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| I see colors and spinning wheels
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| I hear a language I don’t understand
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| I see people I’ve not seen for years
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| I hold a magic in my hands
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| I sing songs that I never write
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| 'Cause they are gone by the morning light
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| Yes, and I dream away
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| And I’m as free as the summer sky
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| I swim in oceans turquoise and deep
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| I lay down in fields of gold
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| I see mountains snow white and steep
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| Though I never feel the cold
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| I can’t stay there, try as I might
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| 'Cause it’s gone by the morning light
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| So, if you find that I’m sleeping
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| Soft and warm as a child
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| Would you just let me be
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| For a moment happy and free?
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| Oh, won’t you please let me dream a while?
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| Yeah, when the night draws in
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| And I lay down to rest my head
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| I find boxes of photographs
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| And old movies I saw long ago
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| I can still hear my sister laugh
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| On a the beaches of Mexico
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| Where the phosphorescence shines 'neath the moon
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| And a thousand stars, they glow
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| But they always fade out so soon
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| To a place where I just can’t go
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| Though I hold on to them so tight
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| They are gone by the morning light
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| So, if you find that I’m sleeping
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| Soft and warm as a child
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| Would you just let me be
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| For a moment happy and free?
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| Oh, won’t you please let me dream a while?
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| Oh, won’t you please let me dream a while? |