domingo, 18 de abril de 2010

Every night I rush to my bed with hopes that maybe I'll get a chance to see you when I close my eyes. I'm going out of my head, lost in a fairytale; can you hold my hands and be my guide? Clouds filled with stars cover the skies and I hope it rains, you're the perfect lullaby. What kind of dream is this?
You can be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare; either way I don't wanna wake up from you. Somebody pinch me, your love's too good to be true. My guilty pleasure, I ain't going nowhere as long as you're here. I'll be floating on air 'cause you're my sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare; either way I don't wanna wake up from you.
I mention you when I say my prayers, I wrap you around all of my thoughts. Boy, you're my temporary high. I wish that when I wake up you're there to wrap your arms around me for real and tell me you'll stay by side.
Tattoo your name across my heart so it will remain. Not even death can make us part... What kind of dream is this?
You can be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare; either way I don't wanna wake up from you. Somebody pinch me, your love's too good to be true. My guilty pleasure, I ain't going nowhere as long as you're here. I'll be floating on air 'cause you're my sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare; either way I don't wanna wake up from you.

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