I dreamed of the stars so much, they seem familiar
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Like once what was your lovers touch, just reached back to kill ya
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and if I ever go astray, I'll say that I knew ya
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Tomorrows same as yesterday, so what good will that do ya
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To fall upon ourselves each night
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and crawl like vampires from the light
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and later on well they all say
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They never cared much anyway
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I've dreamed of myself so much, I must seem familiar
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Like once what was my lovers touch, reached out to thrill ya
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and if we ever go astray, I'll say that I knew ya
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Tomorrows the same as yesterday, what good will that do ya
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You're on your marks and off your face
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Hung out in some exotic place
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and in your hand but out of reach
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Once more you go into the breach
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We fall upon ourselves each night
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and crawl like vampires from the light
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and later on well they all say
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They never made much anyway
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and I dreamed of the stars so much, they seem familiar
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like once what was your lovers touch, just reached back to kill ya
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But if you ever went astray, I'd say that I knew ya
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tomorrows same as yesterday, so what good will that do ya
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You're on your marks and off your face
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Hung out in some exotic place
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But out of reach within your hand
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The Stars Look Familiar
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| I Am Kloot |
