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I saw you in a dream, waiting there for me. |
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I wore you on my heart, you wore me on your sleeve. |
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We danced beneath the stars, down beside the creek. |
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Tomorrow when I wake, I'll remember how it used to be. |
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Sway, sway. |
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Ain't no rhyme or reason going to tell us why the good goes away. |
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Sway, sway. |
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It's dizzyin' the feeling think' about how all good things change. |
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All the trees have grown, overgrown they sway, in a dream, a field, where we used to play. |
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Hear the branches moan, moaning' in the breeze. |
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Tomorrow when I wake I'll remember how it used to be. |
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Sway, sway. |
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Ain't no rhyme or reason going to tell us why the good goes away. |
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Sway, sway. |
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It's dizzyin' the feeling think' about how all good things change. |
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All of those times in the fields, all our white horses have gone and run away, we find. |
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Don't wanna stop short just to see, we've taken for granted all of this passing time. |
