Yesterday
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Seems so far away
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Some projection in a dream
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Sweaty sheets
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I am back to reality
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I walk out to my own scream
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All the bad things that were said
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Will not leave me be
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I need to get them out of my head
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What have I said?
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What have I done?
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Can I have another chance?
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What I said late
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No one has won
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Give me a glance
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don't deny
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That I am somehow precious to you
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And today
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I still feel the same
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Even though you are so near
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I try to talk
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my lips are whispering now your name
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but the words have seem to disappear
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All the bad things that I said
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Will not leave me be
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Once again I'm all alone in my bed
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What have I said?
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What have I done?
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Can I have another chance?
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What I said late
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No one has won
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Give me a glance
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Don't deny
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That I am somehow precious to you
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What have I said?
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What have I done?
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Can I have another chance?
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What I said late
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No one has won
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Give me a glance
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Don't deny
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That I am somehow precious to you
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That I am somehow precious to you
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Somehow Precious
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Stratovarius |