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Bad dreams

    Bad Dream’s
    1988, Lyngby

    I was walking in the streets
    When I saw her for my eyes
    She was walking close tome
    When she began to cry
    I placed my arm around her shoulder
    I thought she just might be scared
    Then she kissed my hair, and said
    There’s no price you can pay
    I felt we walked into a dream
    I thought I heared my baby scream
    I woked up and felt me sad
    It was just a dream, but it was bad

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