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She moves from dream |
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Back to her daydreams |
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Thinks that they are the same thing |
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She tries to get her heart to accept |
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That there's nothing left |
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Except this chance |
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And she knows she has to set herself free |
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And I know 'cos it's happened once to me |
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And it's gone before we open our eyes |
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And it's gone before we open our eyes |
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With surprise, with surprise |
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Can I pay you later, said Chris Valenti |
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The pope of the summer Saturdays |
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He said farewell to (?) hotel |
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Wrote that he's glad that we were there |
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When it's time, then the Mission Bells will chime |
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When you find that your name's wrote down, it's fine |
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And it's gone before we open our eyes |
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And it's gone before we open our eyes |
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Please don't pry, please don't pry |
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Did you do those things |
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You thought you'd do? |
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Did you write it in your diary for proof? |
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And you will win |
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And you will lose |
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Phone number hieroglyphics |
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And ? is not there to remind you of them |
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To remind you of them |
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And I know as above, so below |
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And I know but I cannot let it go |
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And it's gone before we open our eyes |
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And it's gone before we open our eyes |
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And it's gone before we |
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Gone before we, |
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Gone before we open our eyes |
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With surprise, with surprise |
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With surprise |
