| Speak to me tell me a dream
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| Why don’t you let me know
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| It’s only a key I’m locking it up
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| I think its got to go
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| And when I think about it now
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| We’ll build a house of love somehow
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| Ah, talk to me, back in your grove
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| You leave me walking the floor
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| Ah, feels strange to me I’m losing control
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| I can’t feel you any more
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| And when I think about it now
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| Build a house of love somehow
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| It hurts a little too much
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| It hurts a little too much
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| Oh, my crazy arms are empty now
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| So call it dying slow
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| Oh you’re looking at me — I can’t forget
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| You touch my very soul
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| But when I think about it now
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| Build a house of love somehow
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| A little too much
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| It hurts a little too much
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| It hurts a little too much
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| It hurts a little too much
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| Oh girl, you really do now
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| Ah, you hurt me child
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| You know you really do now
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| You know things get better, baby
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| Oh, I was running just running so hard
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| But things get much better baby
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| It’s so hard it’s so hard, so hard
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| Keep a-running, keep a-running, yes
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| Yes, it gets better, baby
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| My crazy arms they’re empty now
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| So call that dying slow
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| Oh, remember me I can’t forget
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| You touch my very soul
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| And when I think about it now
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| Build a house of love somehow
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| Just a little too much
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| Yeah, too much
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| It’s just a little too much
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| It’s just a little too much |