| On that night I had a dream
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| I dreamt that this was all a dream
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| I ignored the sound of my mother’s voice
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| Even though I could hear it trembling
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| There’s no one on the other line
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| There was nothing wrong, everyone is well
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| I told myself until I heard the ring again
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| The phone…
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| I passed a card aisle the other day
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| I stopped to glance for a second
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| I thought about the cards that came every holiday
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| Every occasion
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| Wait, won’t you stay here for me?
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| I haven’t seen you since Christmas morning
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| We can speak in dreams, I dream to believe
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| Hey, you weren’t so quick to grow up
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| Your laughter and love lit this whole town up
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| Here’s my postcard, wish you were here
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| Oh how I wish you were here
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| And when I awoke I kept myself from hysterics
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| But I couldn’t dam the flood of memories
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| They’re small things
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| Triggers that ignite a serious of movies in my head
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| The good ones, bad ones, the kind that make me laugh
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| The kind that make me sick to my stomach
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| And I was an anchor of stone
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| Completely motionless and alone
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| I was an anchor of stone
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| Completely motionless and alone…
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| But that night as I answered the phone
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| I knew the words before they were told
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| Yet somehow I kept waiting to awake
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| Wait, won’t you stay here for me?
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| I haven’t seen you since Christmas morning
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| We can speak in dreams, I dream to believe
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| Hey, you weren’t so quick to grow up
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| You’re laughter and love lit this whole town up
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| Here’s my postcard, wish you were here
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| On that night I had a dream, I dreamt it was all a dream |