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We had our dreams, we had our fantasies

we had the promises we made, but we never agreed

we had those secrets

that to this day

we never shared or kept them, anyway



But I held on to every word

that passed your pretty lips

and I was too high to notice

that you had me at your fingertips



We had it all, my love

we had it all

But not once did we suspect

that what's thrown up will fall



We'd sit and talk about life 'till 3am

With a Whiskey and Coke

And a cigarette in our hand

we'd sit and smoke- our lives away

with nothing at all

but everything to say



And I held on to every word

that passed your pretty lips

and I was too high to notice

that you had me at your fingertips



We had it all, my love

we had it all

But not once did we suspect

that what's thrown up will fall