I dreamed about you again last night.
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You never have the same face twice,
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But I always know it's you,
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And you're always looking better than you really do.
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Than you really do.
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And I walk around the whole next day
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Feeling like I've still got something to say.
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But I don't know what it is,
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And I don't know how to reach you even if I did.
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Even if I did.
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Do I wanna hear that you forgive me?
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Do I wanna hear you're no good without me?
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Am I big enough to hear that you never even think about me?
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Why should you ever think about me?
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And I thought that I'd outgrow this kind of thing.
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Tell me, aren't we supposed to mature or something?
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I haven't found that yet, is this as grown-up as we ever get?
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Maybe this is as good as it gets.
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And years may go by, but I think the heart remains a child.
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The mind may grow wise, but the heart just sulks and it whines and remains a child.
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I think the heart remains a child.
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Why don't you love me?
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Why don't you love me?
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Why don't you love me?
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The Heart Remains A Child
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| Everything But The Girl |
