| Some nights I dream my body stroll away
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| And left me but the voice
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| To warm your heart and spark your soul
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| Yet my words they go unheard
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| He’s being nice to set you free
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| When at my door a knocking sound
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| In your heart you’re free with me
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| We’ll plant our feet deep in the ground
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| I wish and pray if god could hear
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| It’s not for money, luck or fame
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| Walk with me and without fear
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| Some nights I dream the days became
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| These words of love I say they said
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| All while I walk a different path
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| My love for you not counterfeit
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| Some nights I dream to steal you back
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| I wrote this song
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| To say hello
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| Just a few words from me
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| I play it for you
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| When you’re in my bed
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| Where you oughta' be
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| And I could be riddled by those secrets
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| That make you wanna say
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| Maybe lets go easy
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| But life has changed
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| Don’t uproot the tree in spring
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| When all I wanna say
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| If only you called on the doctor
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| Waited with kitchen mitts, anticipating
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| You just have to get your hands dirty sometimes
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| Just like mine
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| If only like shooting stars fare
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| You see what you dare
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| The thoughts travel elsewhere
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| Why can’t you hijack a comet and fly?
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| Tell me why I always see
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| We for tea
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| You and me
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| So sweet Georgia
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| Why must I try
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| When you like to rob and steal
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| And all these people tell me to go find someone else
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| When you never cut me a good deal
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| So might I have to mention that we should blow them off
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| 18 wheels and a ride
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| Miles of paranoia, lunatics in jail
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| And still we’re having a good time
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| If only you called on the doctor
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| Waited with kitchen mitts, anticipating
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| You just have to get your hands dirty sometimes
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| Just like mine
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| If only like shooting stars fare
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| You see what you dare
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| The thoughts travel elsewhere
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| Why can’t you hijack a comet and fly?
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| Tell me why I always see
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| We for tea
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| You and me
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| Just like mine
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| Just like mine
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| Just like mine |