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I always thought words would be enough, throw in a little effort and maybe you would never leave,
my dreams never seemed to be made of real things, whip out that ace I had up my sleeve,
love is the reason for many of the things I choose to do, they are all from my heart,
that would explain why I have been so heartsick, and why love has always seemed so hard.
I know all of our moments, will find a way into my dreams tonight,
then I know they will disappear, once my window greets with sunlight,
but if somehow my dreams, could find a way into my realm of reality,
I would be all for impersonation, just for a taste of sweet in between.
Soon I will be leaving, I can not stay in a place I would rather be sending a postcard,
worn out from the songs I sing, they all take too much out of my heart,
friends know what I mean, I wish for the real from my dreams,
tired of doing the same routine, when for years with you life was more than it seems.