And when the day begins I need her to begin me
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She's hell-for-leather when I let her see what's in me
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It's so addicting there's no predicting what's she's going to do or say
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By the gods that made her I can't persuade her but she'll do it for me anyway
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She isn't real
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No, I've never met her
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Simply a hope, perchance to dream
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Ah but still, I can't forget her
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Hope springs eternal it would seem
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Sadly a fiction my predilection for her arrival
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She'll smile politely then only slightly to my would-be rival
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There's no denying that I am dying for a chance to be her faith
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It's almost tragic to hope for magic but still something in me waits
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She isn't real
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No, I've never met her
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Simply a hope, perchance to dream
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Oh, but still I can't forget her
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Hope springs eternal it would seem
|
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She isn't real
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No, I've never met her
|
Simply a hope, perchance to dream
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Ah but still, I can't forget her
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Hope springs eternal it would seem
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Sadly a Fiction
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| Blues Traveler |
