I wake up every morning and sing
about the things that I've made up in dreams
and if I could show you, a glimpse of what I've seen
I think you might just side with me
Now the morning has quickly past
the ideas and thoughts are coming too fast
and now i'm starting to feel, praying and hoping this isn't real
all I can hope is that these feelings won't last
I think this all goes to show
that nobody truely knows
but everything will be okay, as long as we can get away
don't worry my love, we will be set free
Don't worry my love, we still have our dreams
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