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Hold memory, like a dream
"Silk skirts and ripped jeans"
Getting comfortable through it all
Indescribable reason
I spend every moment
wanting to spend every
moment with you
Can a dream come true?
It does when I watch you.
I wonder if she knows
That I go home
Think about her dancing across the kitchen floor
On feet that I rubbed soar
And I wonder what makes her beautiful
Why can't a dream come true?
It does when I watch you
Palm in hand, hand in palm
Naked feet, linoleum
I run my fingers through your hair
Hear you whisper in my ear
It's all a story I don't know
From a girl whose been there
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