If these are the things that
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Dreams are made of
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Why don't I dream
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Anymore
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I've tried to tell myself
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Nothing's changed my dear
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But I look around me
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And think maybe that's not so
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I only have nightmares
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And wake up with cold sweat
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Coming through my pores
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Why don't I dream anymore
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I'm in the garden
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All the trees bear fruit
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I have to pick them before they fall
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I finally grab one
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I hold it in my hand
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I open it up
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It's rotten to the core
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Why don't I dream anymore
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If these are the things that
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Dreams are made of
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Why don't I dream
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Anymore
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We lose our patience
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Lose our trust
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Yes we lose our innocence
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To forget our sorrow and hide our pain
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We lose old memories
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But dreams are what life's worth living for
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I wish I could dream
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Once more
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I'm in the garden
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All the trees bear fruit
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I have to pick them before they fall
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I finally grab one
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I hold it in my hand
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I open it up
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It's rotten to the core
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Why don't I dream anymore
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If these are the things that
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Dreams are made of
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Why don't I dream anymore
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I've tried to tell myself
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It's all for the best my dear
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But I look around me and think
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Maybe that's not so
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I only have nightmares
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Wake up in a cold sweat
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Have I become as corrupt
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As all I abhor
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I'm in the garden
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All the trees bear fruit
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I have to pick them before they fall
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I finally grab one
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I hold it in my hand
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I open it up
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It's rotten to the core
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Why don't I dream anymore
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If these are the things that
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Dreams are made of
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If these are the things that
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Dreams are made of
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If these are the things that
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Dreams are made of
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I don't want anymore
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If There Are THe Thigns
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| Tracy Chapman |
