Tytuł: If these are the things

• Wykonawca: Tracy Chapman
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If these are the things that
   Dreams are made of
   Why don't I dream
   Anymore
   I've tried to tell myself
   Nothing's changed my dear
   But I look around me
   And think maybe that's not so
  
   I only have nightmares
   And wake up with cold sweat
   Coming through my pores
  
   Why don't I dream anymore
  
   I'm in the garden
   All the trees bear fruit
   I have to pick them before they fall
   I finally grab one
   I hold it in my hand
   I open it up
   It's rotten to the core
  
   Why don't I dream anymore
  
   If these are the things that
   Dreams are made of
   Why don't I dream
   Anymore
  
   We lose our patience
   Lose our trust
   Yes we lose our innocence
   To forget our sorrow and hide our pain
   We lose old memories
   But dreams are what life's worth living for
  
   I wish I could dream
   Once more
  
   I'm in the garden
   All the trees bear fruit
   I have to pick them before they fall
   I finally grab one
   I hold it in my hand
   I open it up
   It's rotten to the core
  
   Why don't I dream anymore
  
   If these are the things that
   Dreams are made of
   Why dont' I dream anymore
  
   I've tried to tell myself
   It's all for the best my dear
   But I look around me and think
   Maybe that's not so
  
   I only have nightmares
   Wake up in a cold sweat
   Have I become as corrupt
   As all I abhor
  
   I'm in the garden
   All the trees bear fruit
   I have to pick them before they fall
   I finally grab one
   I hold it in my hand
   I open it up
   It's rotten to the core
  
   Why don't I dream anymore
  
   If these are the things that
   Dreams are made of
   If these are the things that
   Dreams are made of
   If these are the things that
   Dreams are made of
  
   I don't want anymore