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Ooh, the ideas at the end of my rope, at the end of my rope the ideas
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That make perfect sense in their context but still perplex when the heart heals.
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Sometimes I'm sorry that I've made friends with old lovers,
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Sometimes I'm sorry that I've made love with old friends,
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They're all dreams come true within dreams where you woke up and you knew
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You couldn't fall asleep again.
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Ooh when the night's coming up through the floor, when the night's coming up through
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the floor,
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Everyone who'd tried to get inside-- they've returned and pried open the door.
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Sometimes I'm sorry that I've made friends with old lovers,
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Sometimes I'm sorry that I've made love with old friends,
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They're all dreams come true within dreams where you woke up and you knew
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You couldn't fall asleep again.
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Sometimes I'm sorry that I've made friends with old lovers,
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Sometimes I'm sorry that I've made love with old friends,
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They're all dreams come true within dreams where you woke up and you knew
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You couldn't fall asleep again.
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