Sweet dreams aren't made of these
When all I have are dreams of these

Of knowing you
Of knowing your lovers
When all we were
Was just more than friends
Friends of these
Just exploring kisses
And what love was like

But I will never know the truth of these
You will never know the truth of these
The world will never know the truth of these
The truth of these was a dream,
A dream come true
A dream of love
Of a hopeless romantic
And two desperately dying souls
Dying to know a love like these
A sound like these
Sweet dreams aren't made of these,
Of these I wanna forget my days
Of these I wanna rid my soul
Of these my heart can't take another dream,
Another dream it won't take,
It won't take another dream
Another song,
Another song it won't take,
It won't take it,
It won't take it,
Since sweet dreams aren't made of these



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Tues, Jun 18th 8:36 PM 2024