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What a cliche |
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I, I never want to see you again |
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We're all so cliched, 'ched |
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With too much spandex on the brain |
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Oh If you believe your dreams will come true |
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Then sleep is you'll ever do |
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And If you think I'm gonna to come to you |
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Then go back to bed and take my friends there too |
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In a sense we're exactly the same |
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Cause we're both so different in every way |
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In a sense we're exactly the same |
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We're both so different in every way, in every way |
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Oh It's a shame |
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That you don't need to see you this way |
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Oh, It's a crying shame, shame |
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That what you do is the same as the same |
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Oh, someone told me that you really liked me |
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But I fell asleep almost instantly |
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and in my sleep I dreamt that you found me |
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Now I've found my feet so come and run with me |
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In a sense we're exactly the same |
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Cause we're both so different in every way |
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In a sense we're exactly the same |
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We're both so different in every way, in every way |
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Sleep, I go to sleep |
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sleep, I go to sleep |
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Dream, dream, dream for her |
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and you can dream, dream, dream for her |
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I wanna dream, dream, dream for her, |
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Dream, dream dream for her, her, her, her, her |
