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Keeping Me From Dreaming
Hey my dear, what is all the noise down there?
As I step back, you say yes
He’s living under the weakest roof
Turn the lights down in the room
To be likely I’d be driving
You and me so merry
I would like to treat you nice
It seems like the spirits knew
It is nice to listen to your voice all night
Jumping to my face mixes the days with your grace
And I would really like to know when you’re coming home
It is the second time these pixies fly
I stepped up and you still turn them off
That is not you girl
Until you wake me
Until this metal rusts, I am not here anymore
Turn the lights out in the room
I will sit here in my saddest mood
What is this thing that is between me, that is keeping me from dreaming?
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