| It isn’t always I am well
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| For sometimes I am ailing
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| And yet in steaming night I smile
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| To downplay this my failing
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| And make a noise to bury all
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| Of your weeping and your wailing
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| And then in bed by little light
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| And closed off from it all
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| I must try and bring a conscious end to night
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| And hope that dreams begin to fall
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| The color of my dreams, they would be you… ruby
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| Oh if I could close my eyes and bring you to me
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| Push your head into
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| Make you not you not you not you but me
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| And then in dreams I wander free
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| And see some things I’m meant to see
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| And sometimes even I see thee
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| And would the night go on and on
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| And not tomorrow end at dawn
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| And whatever mat I lay upon
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| Dissolve
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| The color of my dreams, if I had dreams, they would be you… ruby
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| Everything I do is done to bring you closer to me
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| When you sleep your breath it blows right on through me
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| The color of my dreams, if I had dreams, they would be you… ruby
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| The color of my dreams, they would be you… ruby
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| And illness be or wellness thrive
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| My dream proves I am yet alive |