| She left a yellow rose and a long neck bottle
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| On a table beside my bed
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| With a short little note that said I had a good time
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| It was written in lipstick red
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| She didn’t sign her name I wonder
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| If that a little secret that she keeps
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| Ooo… she’s walkin' around in my sleep
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| Dream walkin', pillow talkin'
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| She’s callin' my name again
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| Day’s breakin' I ain’t wakin' up, I’m sleepin' in
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| I’m on a roll now, I gotta know how this dream ends
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| She took my new sunglasses and my old jean jacket
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| And she never even bothered to ask
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| You could say I haven’t seen her since late last summer
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| But every night she comes back
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| Just like smoke through the keyhole
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| She slips in so silently
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| Ooo… she’s walkin' around in my sleep
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| Dream walkin', pillow talkin'
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| She’s callin' my name again
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| Day’s breakin' I ain’t wakin' up, I’m sleepin' in
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| I’m on a roll now I gotta know how this dream ends
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| Ooo… there’s a thin line between dreams and memories
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| I’ll be losin' my mind 'till she comes back to me Dream walkin', pillow talkin'
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| She’s callin' my name again
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| Day’s breakin I ain’t wakin' up, I’m sleepin' in
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| I’m on a roll now I gotta know how this dream ends
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| I’m on a roll now I gotta know how this dream ends
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| I’m on a roll now I gotta know how this dream ends
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| She’s walkin' around in my sleep
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| She’s walkin' around in my sleep |