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How did we get here? we're cast away on a lonely shore. Mad about the boy I know it's stupid to be mad about the boy Sweet dreams are made of this who am I to disagree? Your baby blues, so full of wonder I saw the sun begin to dim And felt that winter wind, Blow cold Humble thy self in the sight of the lord Dancing bears, Painted wings, Things I almost remember I found a love for me Everybody loves the things you do Lord I come, I confess
