| I think too many would be the loves
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| Go slipping through my hands
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| And hopes and plans go wasting like some ashes in the sand
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| I wonder if I’ll ever know the right from wrong
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| When I’m thinking, thinking, thinking. |
| A good thing comes along
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| Are you a pipedream like all the ones before?
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| Just some pipedream, a wish and nothing more
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| Girl a pipedream be as wonderful as you
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| Pinch me, am I dreaming you?
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| I learned from all those yesterdays the tricks my mind can play
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| It might be when the morning comes I find you’ve gone away
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| I fall in love so easily and reach such fantasies
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| That I can’t be, can’t be, can’t be, sure to fall I should believe
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| Are you a pipedream like all the ones before?
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| Just some pipedream, a wish and nothing more
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| Girl a pipedream be as wonderful as you
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| Pinch me, am I dreaming you?
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| Oh I’m hopelessly romantic, so I wouldn’t be surprised
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| If my dream of tonight (is) what I’m seeing in your eyes
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| Are you a pipedream like all the ones before?
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| Just some pipedream, a wish and nothing more
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| Could a pipedream be as wonderful as you?
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| Are you a pipedream like all the ones before?
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| Just some pipedream, a wish and nothing more… |