It's hard to know exactly
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when my dreams got weird
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I tense up and get antsy when you're near
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But nightly you appear to me
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ghostly in my head
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but I never can remember what you said
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It must be something reassuring
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something sweet and kind
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something you would never say in real life
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Where does it go in the morning
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It slipped out of my hand
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Eating breakfast with my other thoughts
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away from wakeful lands
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Where is the you I created
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the you that I adore?
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When my eyes are open I don't see you anymore
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It's hard for me to fathom
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that you disappeared
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and turned into exactly what I feared
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But every night you sing to me
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when my eyes are closed
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But I never can remember how it goes
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It must be something undeserving
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only in my mind
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Something you would never sing on your time
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It disappears without warning
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It shifts like grains of sand
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Galavanting with some other dreams
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I didn't understand
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Where is the you I created
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the you that I adore?
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When my eyes are open I don't see you anymore
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But nightly you appear to me
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ghostly in my head
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but I never can remember what you said
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The You I Created
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| Of Montreal |
