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You say you had a nightmare, reoccurring dreams of a summer last year,

Now normally that ain’t none of my business girl, until you start having them dreams over here,

Won’t you try a little harder, to recall what you did that night,

don’t try to play it off like it’s one of those dreams, say those things to make it alright,



You see your friends they taunt me, try to explain the way you feel,

They say you think you feel you want me, But what you say you think will make me ill,



Why don’t I believe you, that you could speak and act in your sleep,

breathing heavy while your shaking, slightly stirring while you weep,



You’re quite the piece of art girl, prettiest thing that I had ever seen,

but you got a wicked heart girl, and your words can be awful mean,

why would you speak of such a story if not it true, but it don’t make no sense to me,

don’t make me a fool to believe in you, just tell me the truth and then let me be,

you directed me to my own destruction, I only acted on your lead,

and with a phone calls interruption, thats when you had to up and leave,



You see your friends they taunt me, they try to explain the way you feel,

they say you think you feel you want me, but what you say you think will make me ill,

I know what we did was unjust, the acts we took before the act you didn’t make,

but if you claim to be parasomnia, exactly what time did you awake.

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