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In this dream |
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It is as easy as it seems |
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I put you away at the end of the day |
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In this dream |
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There are two hands untangling |
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The knots in my throat |
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But they won't go away |
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So what about you |
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Whatever you say |
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Why can't it be true |
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Whatever you say |
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But this is no dream |
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You are the deaf ear listening |
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I know what it means to be seen |
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And not heard |
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It's no dream |
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You are the blinded eye observing |
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Open my mouth |
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You can finger your way to the words |
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I'm talkin' 'bout you |
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Whatever you say |
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Why can't it be true |
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Whatever you say |
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There are some things I must let go |
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I must let go |
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I must let them go |
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Just keep on tellin' me I told you so |
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I know I know I know I know |
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Whatever you say |
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I fall into bed |
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The whole horizon's turning red |
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Writing our names with a needle and a thread |
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Stitching the clouds |
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As if the wounded sky had bled |
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All of these words that will never be said |
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Without you |
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Whatever you say |
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Why can't it be true |
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Whatever you say |
