We find ourselves comfort in dreaming
Though sleep has long lost its appeal
We silently race down the lane we once came on
What are you staring at me?
If we walk through this door
We find ourselves comfort in dreaming
Though sleep has long lost its appeal
We silently race down the lane we once came on
What are you staring at me?
If we walk through this door
If true love hits the floor
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