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Had a dream. |
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And you were my dream. |
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Saw your face. |
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Real in a dream. |
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Sugar mouth. |
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Stings like a bee. |
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Dreams with me at night. |
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Come around. |
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An image of you. |
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And I want. |
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The most I can get. |
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Come around. |
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And I'll bet the rent. |
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You're angel walking street. |
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Knowing each little mystery in me. |
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Ok, well nobody knows my truest name. |
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Bet you yours is the same. |
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You make me feel good. |
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Can't get you off the tip of my tongue. |
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You're Honey. |
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In my mouth. |
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Your satisfaction is the drug that |
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I'm on. When my condition is dragging me down. |
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You drown the ugliness out. |
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Ok. In a word. |
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You sold me a gift. |
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And the word. |
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No longer could fit. |
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What you mean. |
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And that word is: free. |
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Free to change and move. |
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And we climb. |
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The ladder to heaven. |
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In my dream, we're climbing to heaven. |
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A sublime satisfaction is waiting. |
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Waiting to be consumed. |
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As soon as you make a move. |
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Ok, nobody knows my truest name. |
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Bet you yours is the same. |
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You make me feel good. |
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I know you have a plan to break away. |
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Yes, I overheard. |
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Yes, I heard what you said. |
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Yes, I heard what you said. |
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Ok. Pack your bags and slip out. |
