When I dream, I dream of your lips
When I dream, I dream of your kiss
When I dream, I dream of your fists
Your fists
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When I dream, I dream of your fists Your fists
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When routine bites hard
And ambitions are low
And resentment rides high
But emotions wont grow
And were changing our ways
Taking different roads
Love, love will tear us apart again.