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I don't sleep so I don't dream |
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and again I don't want to fall |
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your name's burned or days are burried |
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forgotten at all |
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so I said some day that |
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I would return to an end |
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everything to loosw will be just |
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will be just a friend |
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yearning oh children |
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children of love |
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everyone seems like a little |
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child like a suicide... |
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inocence gone wild |
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everyone seems like a little child |
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like a suicide candidate |
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I wish to be in your dreams |
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every night, nights you'll hate |
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you know that I could have |
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waited for a long time |
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but the thuth is spoken now |
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and to tell the truth is no crime |
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you should not feel flattered |
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it's not yours belong |
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and dreams are just like |
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souveniers which I don't want to keep |
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I don't need the reasons |
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and I don't like some suprise |