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Inside a blue room, You could tell the sun was coming up I watched it change the way you look, Like a sweet chameleon You were becoming brighter What a wonderful way to light her I know that dreams don’t count, count I know that dreams don’t count But if it feels real What the hell’s the point of stealing That image I had of you From me This afternoon I thought about All the lives you’ve lived before And I just couldn’t block it out All the songs that you thought were written for you Well here’s another one for the pile Can you see my white flag Across the avenue, tonight? I know that dreams don’t count, count I know that dreams don’t count But if it feels real What the hell’s the point of stealing That image I had of you From me (Gracias a Lidy Anton por esta letra) From Letras Mania