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I had a dream of Jacqueline |
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The tragic morning kind |
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She was so fair |
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I was her man |
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Now I truly wake to find |
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That waking up to those brown eyes |
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At stunning second home by a lake |
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Was the product of stolen snapshots and |
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You know, sleeping's a mistake |
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I had a dream |
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My brother Ryan |
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He floated down |
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Oh, from a cloud as I cried over you |
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As I cried over you |
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He's dressed in a white suit |
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My brother's so smart |
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My brother's so sharp, he says |
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He says - "You know you're a grown man, |
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Now you can do just what you want." |
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And I really believed him |
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But now I'm slowly waking up |
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Asleep it seemed much easier |
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Now I can barely face the day |
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So what's the point of sleeping |
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If you're more tired when you wake? |
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So I say sleeping's a mistake |
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Sleeping's a mistake |
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Sleeping's a mistake |
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Sleeping's a mistake |
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Sleeping's a mistake |
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Sleeping's a mistake |
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Sleeping's a mistake |
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I can't take the starting over |
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Over, over, over, over |
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I can't take, I can't take starting over |
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I don't like the starting over |
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Over, over, over, over |
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I don't like, I don't like starting over again |
