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my whole life. I have never had a dream as sweet as you I know how it feels to fly. I'm glowing like the sky that's on fire. As the sun is sinking Oh, you set my dreams to music. As you spend the
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my whole life. I have never had a dream as sweet as you I know how it feels to fly. I'm glowing like the sky that's on fire. As the sun is sinking Oh, you set my dreams to music. As you spend the
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love is looking for me. And sweet music keeps me happy Not so long ago, darling, I was feeling sad. Who would've kissed my lips. I would've still felt bad, ah baby There were times I've wondered if I
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There is music for lovers. It to be found. In the sound. Of a sigh. And there's music for lovers. In the hush-a-bye dreams. Of a child. When the whole world discovers. That love's the only
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dreams. Sweet dreams of you, . Memories that make me blue. . Sweet dreams, sweet dreams, . Be kind to me tonight. Sweet dreams, sweet dreams, . Please, stay away tonight. Sweet dreams, sweet dreams
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for my sweet, sugar for my honey. Your perfect kiss thrills me so. Sweets for my sweet, sugar for my honey. I'll never ever let you go If you needed a dream to keep you smiling. I'd tell the sandman
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for my sweet, sugar for my honey. Your perfect kiss thrills me so. Sweets for my sweet, sugar for my honey. I'll never ever let you go If you needed a dream to keep you smiling. I'd tell the sandman
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Baby won't you dream, sweet dreams about me?. Let me share your love, even if it's only in your mind. Baby won't you dream, sweet dreams about me?. Dreams of happiness and secret pleasures we have
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. Tryin' to find another way to survive New music, new music, new music. Sweet music can lighten us. Can brighten the world, can save us, oh, oh, oh My friend said well, I think I found a way. To help
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. In this room, music, I do for you I hear a drum roll as we lay, oh. When you grace my stage I can't find the words to say, except. Music must be, must be a woman, oh. You're my anthem, you're the
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are nursing, pretending. Cursing then defending. And yet it's never ending. Makes ya' wonder when those sweet dreams will come I am lookin' for some love. I guess that's why people buy dogs. Is
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Do you like good music. That sweet soul music. Just as long as it's swingin'. Oh yeah, oh yeah Out here on the floor now. We're going to a go go. Ah dancin to the music. Oh yeah, oh yeah
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Sweet dreams are made of this. Who am I to disagree?. I’ve traveled the world and the seven seas. Everybody’s lookin’ for something. Some of them want to use you. Some of them want to get used by you
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The party's over. When the music ends. If we can't be lovers. Then we really can't be friends. I got some pretty wicked ways. To get my sweet revenge I was thinking. Of a dedication. Oh silly me
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Nighttime sharpens, heightens each sensation. Darkness stirs and wakes imagination. Silently the senses abandon their defenses. Helpless to resist the notes I write. For I composed the music of
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Sweet dreams of you. Every night I go through. Why can't I forget you and start my life anew. Instead of having sweet dreams about you You don't love me, it's plain. I should know I'll never wear
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Sweet dreams of you, every night I, I go through. Why can't I forget you and start my life anew. Instead of having sweet dreams about you You, you don't love me, it's plain. I should know I'll
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Night time sharpens. Heightens each sensation. Darkness wakes and stirs imagination. Silently the senses. Abandon their defenses. Helpless to resist, the notes I write. For I compose the music of the
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Sweet dreams of you, every night I go through. I should hate you girl, the whole night through. Instead I'm having sweet dreams all about you You don't love me, it's plain. I should have known
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Sweet dreams of you, every night I go through. I should hate you girl, the whole night through. Instead I'm having sweet dreams all about you You don't love me, it's plain. I should have known
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all wrong. Just forget about words and sing her a song. . Music was made for romance. Love and a sweet song go hand in glove. Every lover knows this. And the sweeter the song, the sweeter the kiss
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Show me a river that's so deep. Show me a mountain so high. I'll show you love that'll last forever. Flying high, so high Ah, show me a place where dreams are for dreamers. And all the things you
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(Lionel Richie, 1975). Show me a river that's so deep. Show me a mountain so high. I'll show you love that'll last forever. Flying high, so high. Ah, show me a place where dreams are for
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(Lionel Richie, 1975). Show me a river that's so deep. Show me a mountain so high. I'll show you love that'll last forever. Flying high, so high. Ah, show me a place where dreams are for
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(Lionel Richie, 1975). Show me a river that's so deep. Show me a mountain so high. I'll show you love that'll last forever. Flying high, so high. Ah, show me a place where dreams are for
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High on a mountain in western Montana. A silhouette moves 'cross a cinnamon sky. Riding alone on a horse he called Music. With a song on his lips, and a tear in his eye He dreams of a time, and a
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Sweet dreams are made of this. Who am I to disagree?. I travel the world and the seven seas. Everybody's looking for something. Some of them want to use you. Some of them want to get used by you
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Sweet dreams are made of this. Who am I to disagree?. I travel the world and the seven seas. Everybody's looking for something. Some of them want to use you. Some of them want to get used by you
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. . Godspeed, little man. Sweet dreams, little man. Oh my love will fly to you each night on angels wings. Godspeed. Sweet dreams. . God bless mommy and match box cars. God bless dad and thanks for the
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Oh, she's sweet but a psycho. A little bit psycho. At night she's screamin'. "I'm-ma-ma-ma out my mind". Oh, she's hot but a psycho. So left but she's right though. At night she's screamin'. "I'm-ma
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my guide?. Clouds filled with stars cover your skies. And I hope it rains, you're the perfect lullaby. What kinda dream is this?. You could be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare. Either way I don't
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my guide?. Clouds filled with stars cover your skies. And I hope it rains, you're the perfect lullaby. What kinda dream is this?. You could be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare. Either way I don't
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my guide?. Clouds filled with stars cover your skies. And I hope it rains, you're the perfect lullaby. What kinda dream is this?. You could be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare. Either way I don't
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saving up all their money. And when they come home from work. Sitting by the fire. Radios a-play. A little classical music for you kids. To the march of the wooden soldiers and you can hear jack say
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I would make my music for money. Instead of making music for me. . Chorus. I said I know that this may sound funny. But money don't mean nothin' to me. I won't make my music for money, no. I'm
