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There's something about you |
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That reminds me of all those times |
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When I wasn't sorry, when I wasn't blue |
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The cherry moon it shone down on us |
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Under the stars shining down every one for you |
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If I could count them all |
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I would circle the moon |
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And count 'em back to nothing |
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Till I got to you |
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Something in you dies, when it's over |
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Everybody cries sometimes |
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If loving you's a dream |
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That's not worth having |
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Then why do I dream of you? |
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I used to be the house that you lived in |
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Down on Meadowlake Street |
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When you moved they cut down the maple tree |
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I carved your name into |
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The tree became a boat, I christened it your name |
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And when the water turned to salt |
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From your tears it hit the bottom of the ocean |
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Where I go when I hear your name |
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And I sink like a stone |
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Something in you dies, when it's over |
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Everybody cries sometimes |
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If loving you's a dream |
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That's not worth having |
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Then why do I dream of you? |
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Why do I dream of you |
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i feel like a dream that's not having |
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Like a nervous joke ain't nobody laughing |
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Like somebody with nothing 'cause they don't know |
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What they're wanting |
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Tiny like the sand in the cracks of drift wood |
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Washed up on the shore of an ocean of you |
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Boats out on the horizon |
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Made of the maple tree where we used to lie down |
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On Meadowlake Street counting the stars you and I |
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You and I |
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Something in you dies when it's over |
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Everybody cries sometimes |
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If loving you's a dream that's not worth having |
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Then why do I dream of you |
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Why do I dream of you |
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Why |