| A Million Things |
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Words won't occur to me
At half past three
My reason die
Why couldn't you make that choice
Noise of life begins too soon
I closed my eyes
How could you be so cruel
Sweet vision of mine
And I keep dreaming of
A million things
And I keep dreaming of
A million things
They have wings
I layed down my sleeping head
Time burns away
Let the living creatures lie
Midnight visions awfully die
And I keep dreaming of
A million things
And I keep dreaming of
A million things |
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