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letra de sweet dreams - diana gordon

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[verse 1]
i feel so hot, i don’t know what is happening
i’ve lost control, and my body’s thinking for itself
last thing i know i was sleeping in my bed but now
i’m somewhere else, there’s n0body here to help

i see a birght light up the end of a tunnel
no other options so take it and i make it
i scream out loud, there’s n0body hear to hear me out
i feel so funny, and i realize it’s a full moon

[pre-chorus]
time is midnight
having thoughts of [?] the air
feel so frightening
there was something crawling up my hair

[chorus]
i think that i’m dreaming, i’m dreaming away
i turn off the lights and my mind starts to play
i’m hearing the whispers i’m getting the frеaks
sweet dreams aren’t made of thеse

i think that i’m dreaming, i’m dreaming away
i turn off the lights and my mind starts to play
i’m hearing the whispers i’m getting the freaks
sweet dreams aren’t made of these
[verse 2]
i cross a bridge but skeletons are playing
they’re poinintg fingers asking “do you wanna be my baby?”
i’m alone, i don’t know, what is going, all i know
is i need to go

[pre-chorus]
time is midnight
having thoughts of [?] the air
feel so frightening
there was something crawling up my hair

[chorus]
i think that i’m dreaming, i’m dreaming away
i turn off the lights and my mind starts to play
i’m hearing the whispers i’m getting the freaks
sweet dreams aren’t made of these

i think that i’m dreaming, i’m dreaming away
i turn off the lights and my mind starts to play
i’m hearing the whispers i’m getting the freaks
sweet dreams aren’t made of these

[bridge]
pop up the speakers
and turn off the heaters
go where it’s safe cause it’s ’bout to get hot, hot
close all your windows, your doors and your closets
grab the kids go inside [?]
pop up the speakers
and turn off the heaters
go where it’s safe cause it’s ’bout to get hot, hot
close all your windows, your doors and your closets
grab the kids go inside [?]

[chorus]
i think that i’m dreaming, i’m dreaming away
i turn off the lights and my mind starts to play
i’m hearing the whispers i’m getting the freaks
sweet dreams aren’t made of these

i think that i’m dreaming, i’m dreaming away
i turn off the lights and my mind starts to play
i’m hearing the whispers i’m getting the freaks
sweet dreams aren’t made of these

- diana gordon

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