They say for every high
There must be a low.
For every sun ascending
A lonesome moon will grow.
Drive my heart, drive my heart
Into the fire of a burning heart's
desire
A lonely spell so you be seen,
Do you hear me coming from my
blue dream?
Lonely, lonely, lonely
Cause my mama told me
The dream of love is a
two hearted dream ...
There must be a low.
For every sun ascending
A lonesome moon will grow.
Drive my heart, drive my heart
Into the fire of a burning heart's
desire
A lonely spell so you be seen,
Do you hear me coming from my
blue dream?
Lonely, lonely, lonely
Cause my mama told me
The dream of love is a
two hearted dream ...
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