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He is coming down with some kind of cold, she's running round |
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He's feeling old, he needs the rest, but she wants more |
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And then he blows like a hurricane and tears pour out and fall like rain |
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But she'll keep holding on 'cause it's all that she wants |
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And she's dreaming sweet dreams tonight |
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And with a smile that says for him she's hea-ven sent |
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She's dreaming sweet dreams tonight |
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Like a wagon wheel you make me feel |
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You spin me round, like I was just your clown |
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She is going down |
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Down to the other side of town |
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With open eyes that see the truth but can't see more |
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'Cause he might blow light a hurricane |
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And tears pour out and fall like rain |
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Ooh, you, you, you've got your hooks in me |
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But, oh, I'd never want for you to set me free, keep a hold on me |
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And she hopes that he'll be coming |
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And he hopes she knows that he'll come running |
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You've got to tell yourself to take the blows |
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Like you have a hundred times before |
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And dream those sweet dreams tonight |
