| My sheets were cold tonight, had to leave them for a dying fire,
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| burn up time for
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| dreams
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| Lovely soul, you’ve gone to sleep, silence empty house I cannot breathe,
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| you’ve said
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| too many nice things
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| Can I keep spinning to your turns
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| can I just fall back in your open arms
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| and when you ask, I’ll always sing you a song
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| bout a girl who tried to live inside a dream…
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| Looking up at the ceiling they listened and there wasn’t time to catch the feet
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| kicked
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| out from under me
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| Then I caught your eyes, please can I keep them with me for a future time,
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| they’ll
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| help me when I try to fly
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| Can I keep spinning to your turns
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| can I just fall back in your open arms
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| and when you ask, I’ll always sing you a song
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| bout a girl who tried to live inside a dream…
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| Give me a book to read, talk me your mind and let me see what’s crashing round
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| inside of you
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| Fire hasn’t gone out yet, so can we climb the fire escape, we’ll see just as
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| far as we
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| want to get
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| Can I keep spinning to your turns
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| can I just fall back in your open arms
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| and when you ask, I’ll always sing you a song
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| bout a girl who tried to live inside a dream… |