What I want, you've got.
And it might be hard to handle,
But like the flame that burns the candle,
The candle feeds the flame.
What I've gots full stock of thoughts and dreams that scatter,
You pull them all together
And how, I can't explain
But you make my dreams come true.
On a night when bad dreams become a screamer,
When they're messin' with the dreamer,
I can laugh it in the face
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