No more dreaming like a girl so in love with the wrong world.
When you’re dreaming with a broken heart The waking up is the hardest part You roll outta bed and down on your knees And for the moment you can hardly breathe Wondering was she really here? Is she standing in my room? No she’s not, ‘cause she’s gone, gone, gone, gone, gone…. When you’re dreaming with a broken heart The giving up is the hardest part She...
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