Baby, why’d you leave me
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On the airport with my fingers
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Put together while I was praying for your lover
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I wasn’t keen on love at the moment
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I didn’t even like your modesty hairstyle
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But then I froze when you left me for another
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Don’t tell me this dream is over
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And don’t stop telling me your love
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Don’t tell me this dream is over
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And don’t stop burning my eyes my bird of blue
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Well I waited on the corner of your street
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‘Cause you’re a street cat and I’m a mad dog
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And this night is ours whether you want it or you don’t
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Well I picked you flowers and wrote you a poem
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About a guy who owned the world but no women
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Maybe you’ll see, maybe someday that I might end you
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I’ll do you ill
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Don’t tell me this dream is over
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And don’t stop telling me your love
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Don’t tell me this dream is over
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And don’t stop burning my eyes my bird of blue
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I can’t live without you breath by my past babe
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I can’t breath without your life by my future
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I can’t see clear without your teardrops in my eyes
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Don’t tell me this dream is over
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And don’t stop telling me your love
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Don’t tell me this dream is over
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And don’t stop burning my eyes my bird of blue
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Don’t tell me this dream is over
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Please don’t tell me this dream is over now
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The Dream Is Over
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| Mando Diao |
