| I will throw myself underneath the wheels
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| Of any train of thought
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| Running off the rails, I’ll sail you through
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| The rogue waves of your brain
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| If I could bring a light to shine
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| Upon the dark and disobeying
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| Night so young but I still say
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| We’re too old for clichés
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| Oh, I can only dream of the dreams we’d share
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| If you were so inclined
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| I would love to be the one
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| To open up your mind
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| I could base my whole existence
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| Upon the cherry-strands of your gold hair
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| I would ask, almost insist
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| Upon treating you kind and fair
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| Oh, I can only dream of the dreams we’d have
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| If our hearts would be entwined
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| If you would let me be the one
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| To open up your mind
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| I’d still be myself beneath the banks
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| All broken beside the stream
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| Ready to return your thoughts unlearned
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| So it goes, so it seems
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| Oh, I can only dream of the dreams we’d share
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| If you weren’t so defined
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| I would love to be the one
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| To open up your mind
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| If you would let me be the one
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| To open up your mind |