Give me back my dreams
I've been counting these sheeps
Since I can't remember when
Give me back my sleep
I'll be dreaming of you
Till I wake up crying again
I have lain awake through the longest hours
Wondering whether to cry or scream
You can take my heart, it was always yours
But give me back my dreams
When the clock strikes three
I don't care anymore about you
Or anything
When the clock strikes four
I could sell my soul just to
Hear my telephone ring
I have lain awake through the longest hours
Wondering whether to cry or scream
You can take my heart, it was always yours
But give me back my dreams
You don't have to talk to me
The way we used to talk for hours
You don't have to talk at all
But may I send you flowers?

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