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It's funny how things work out,
The ones we need don't know we're there,
If I were sand and you were oceans,
the moon would be why you're pulled to me.

I wake up and think dreams are real,
I sleep so I don't have to feel,
the truth that you can never be
the one person that won't ever forget me.

I hope that dreams come when I die,
So we can talk I won't wake up,
I'll ask how your life worked out,
I'll never know that I'm just dreaming.

I wake up and think dreams are real,
I sleep so I don't have to feel,
But you thought you could never be,
The one person that won't ever forget me,

Let me sleep some more...
Let me sleep some more...
Let me sleep some more...
Let me sleep some more...
Let me sleep some more...
Let me sleep some more...
Let me sleep some more...
Let me sleep some more...