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"Are you looking for a dreamer |
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Or just s pretender?", she smiled |
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"Can we start off just living |
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One day at a time?" |
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Well, she held out her hand |
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Said "If you're my kind of man |
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You won't ask what tomorrow will bring |
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You're dreaming" |
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I may be the tough kind |
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Would never let anyone into my mind |
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But some stay waiting |
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To find out how it's all going to end |
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But the sky is still clear |
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On a day without cheer |
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Down in the street I hear her laughing |
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Dreaming |
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And we don't know just when |
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A change is gonna come |
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So we just keep walking on |
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Down the road in the wind |
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Do I feel like a lover |
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Or some kind of loser in need? |
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Of a certain type of friend |
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Who don't agree to disagree |
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We're different how we react |
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So we don't fall into a trap |
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Where we lie in each other's eyes |
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Dreaming |
