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You might sleep, but you'll never dream |
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Onward! Progress! Or so it seems. |
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You might laugh, but you'll never smile. |
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Come on in and waste away awhile. |
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When dreams of rings of flowers fade and blur |
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Giving way to that familiar ill |
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come over and part your soft white curtains |
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Where I'm waiting for you still |
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If you'd unlatch the window, |
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If you'd let me lay there on your floor |
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If you'd give me another chance, |
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If you'd forget the pain I caused before |
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No use in saying how I'm sorry |
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So I'm trying not to speak |
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I'll sing in silence, lay beside you |
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With my face there on your cheek |
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My stomach swears there's comfort there |
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In the warmth of the blankets on your bed |
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My stomach's always been a liar- |
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I'll believe it's lies again. |