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Paroles: And Then I Turned Seven. Sweet Dreams.

I want you, I need you,
I love your personality
Your bright eyes
Resupply my head knowing you're just like me
With everyday that passes by the more
I come to realize you're everything I need
And every night I lay in bed
With all my thoughts still left unsaid
all night restless sleep, so sweet dreams
You're in pain, he's to blame,
I pull you up close to me
Your eyes tear, I'm right here,
pain goes away girl

It will be alright
With everyday that passes by the more
I come to realize you're everything I need
And every night I lay in bed
With all my thoughts still left unsaid
All night restless sleep, so sweet dreams





And Then I Turned Seven