I dreamed of my old lover last night
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I wonder if I spoke out loud
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And if by chance my lover overheard
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He put my face back in the crowd
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His eyes were clear and gentle then
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He kissed the troubles from my brow
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I long to fall to sleep again
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And I wonder how he would look now
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Would our kids grow sullen or grow strong?
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Would their limbs bronze in solitude and sun?
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I like the way it feels but then
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I rarely dream of anyone
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I the songs of shame and the tales of dread
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Where they seal the lovers' lips with lead
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And all the vines wind through their eyes
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Oh but no one knows this passion now
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Oh no one knows this passion now
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So I keep this fancy to myself
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I keep my lipstick twisted tight
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I long to fall to sleep again
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I dreamed of my old lover last night
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I long to fall to sleep again
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'Cause I dreamed of my old lover last night
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I Dreamed Of My Old Lover Last Night
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| Elvis Costello |
