| I shant think of her when i’m awake
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| However in sleep i can’t escape
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| A coney island high — when i get inside
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| All i ask is please stay out of my dreams
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| Near the streets of richmond and hylan
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| Dwells the princess of staten island
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| A seven dollar toll — will get me in her hole
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| All i ask is please stay out of my dreams
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| Though long gone, she won’t let me forget
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| When at night i wake up in her sweat
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| A lonely brooklyn troll, — a ghost of red hook old
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| All i ask is please stay out of my dreams
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| With your straight black hair and emerald green eyes
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| Hippies pointing «that's pete’s sister in disguise»
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| Maybe you had uttered those words as a jest
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| I don’t mind the allegations of incest
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| At the time i thought i could love no other
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| Till i heard you say that i was your brother
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| In your e-mail said how much we look like twins
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| How it turned you on just knowing it’s a sin
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| Stay out of my dreams
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| I said, stay out of them
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| I said, stay out of my dreams
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| I said, stay out of my dreams
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| Stay out of my dreams
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| I said, stay out of them
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| I said, stay out of my dreams
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| I said, stay out of my — dreams |