Look across the room, I see her rise I see her gloom,
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I don¡¯t know why she¡¯s sad now
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Slip inside my dreams, I¡¯ll make you whole, you¡¯ll make me clean,
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I say we give it a try now
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I swear that I felt you breath, it¡¯s overrated,
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In dreams I have cried at your feet, was it wasted?
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Look into my eyes, see my heart and see my crimes,
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I don¡¯t know why it¡¯s hard now
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I swear that I felt you breath, it¡¯s overrated,
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In dreams I have cried at your feet, was it wasted?
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My eyes have betrayed me, this pain is my prize,
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The road¡¯s just a memory, it¡¯s warm here inside...
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I swear that I felt you breath, it¡¯s overrated,
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In dreams I have cried at your feet, was it wasted?
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My eyes have betrayed me, this pain is my prize,
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The road¡¯s just a memory, it¡¯s warm here inside...
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It¡¯s warm here inside.
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Overrated
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