| There’s something about you
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| That reminds me of all those times
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| When I wasn’t sorry, when I wasn’t blue
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| The cherry moon it shone down on us Under the stars shining down every one for you
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| If I could count them all
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| I would circle the moon
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| And count 'em back to nothing
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| Till I got to you
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| Something in you dies, when it’s over
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| Everybody cries sometimes
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| If loving you’s a dream
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| That’s not worth having
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| Then why do I dream of you?
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| I used to be the house that you lived in Down on Meadowlake Street
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| When you moved they cut down the maple tree
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| I carved your name into
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| The tree became a boat, I christened it your name
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| And when the water turned to salt
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| From your tears it hit the bottom of the ocean
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| Where I go when I hear your name
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| And I sink like a stone
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| Something in you dies, when it’s over
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| Everybody cries sometimes
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| If loving you’s a dream
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| That’s not worth having
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| Then why do I dream of you?
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| Why do I dream of you
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| i feel like a dream that’s not having
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| Like a nervous joke ain’t nobody laughing
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| Like somebody with nothing 'cause they don’t know
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| What they’re wanting
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| Tiny like the sand in the cracks of drift wood
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| Washed up on the shore of an ocean of you
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| Boats out on the horizon
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| Made of the maple tree where we used to lie down
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| On Meadowlake Street counting the stars you and I You and I Something in you dies when it’s over
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| Everybody cries sometimes
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| If loving you’s a dream that’s not worth having
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| Then why do I dream of you
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| Why do I dream of you
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| Why |