you flipped your coin
and as it fell
I snatched it from the wishing well
you had to know, that these were my dreams, too.
you sat and watched them fade away,
I put them off another day
the dreams remain, but
baby, where are you?
A chronicle of where I've been, where I'm at, and where I'm going.
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you flipped your coin
and as it fell
I snatched it from the wishing well
you had to know, that these were my dreams, too.
you sat and watched them fade away,
I put them off another day
the dreams remain, but
baby, where are you?
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