Lyrics Nightdreaming - Maude Maggart , Manu Lafer
                                                How 
                                                should 
                                                the 
                                                night 
                                                impart 
                                                my 
                                                dreams
 
                                    
                                
                                                If 
                                                the 
                                                beams 
                                                kill 
                                                the 
                                                dreams 
                                                when 
                                                it′s 
                                                over?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Are 
                                                we 
                                                to 
                                                sleep?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Are 
                                                we 
                                                to 
                                                peep?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Grit 
                                                or 
                                                flit 
                                                our 
                                                glory?
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                be 
                                                free, 
                                                and 
                                                fantasize 
                                                to 
                                                light 
                                                the 
                                                spark
 
                                    
                                
                                                Say 
                                                the 
                                                word, 
                                                don't 
                                                mind 
                                                the 
                                                dark
 
                                    
                                
                                                So 
                                                we 
                                                both 
                                                will 
                                                escape 
                                                the 
                                                dawn
 
                                    
                                
                                                ′Cause 
                                                we 
                                                don't 
                                                want 
                                                the 
                                                sun 
                                                to 
                                                sum
 
                                    
                                
                                                From 
                                                where 
                                                d'you 
                                                claim 
                                                like 
                                                this?
 
                                    
                                
                                                My 
                                                joy, 
                                                my 
                                                sigh, 
                                                explain 
                                                it?
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                make 
                                                me 
                                                believe
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                make 
                                                me 
                                                transpire 
                                                and 
                                                shout 
                                                so 
                                                high
 
                                    
                                
                                                Make 
                                                believe 
                                                in 
                                                stories
 
                                    
                                
                                                As 
                                                we 
                                                break 
                                                the 
                                                morning
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                could 
                                                kiss 
                                                and 
                                                yawn 
                                                it
 
                                    
                                
                                                Swearing 
                                                sins 
                                                and 
                                                coffee
 
                                    
                                
                                                From 
                                                where 
                                                (how 
                                                should 
                                                the 
                                                night)
 
                                    
                                
                                                D′you 
                                                claim 
                                                like 
                                                this 
                                                (impar 
                                                my 
                                                dreams)
 
                                    
                                
                                                (If 
                                                the 
                                                beams) 
                                                my 
                                                joy 
                                                (kill 
                                                the 
                                                dreams)
 
                                    
                                
                                                My 
                                                sign 
                                                (when 
                                                it′s 
                                                over) 
                                                explain 
                                                it
 
                                    
                                
                                                (Are 
                                                we 
                                                to 
                                                sleep) 
                                                you 
                                                make 
                                                me 
                                                believe
 
                                    
                                
                                                (Are 
                                                we 
                                                to 
                                                peep) 
                                                you 
                                                make 
                                                me 
                                                transpire
 
                                    
                                
                                                (Grit 
                                                or 
                                                flit 
                                                our 
                                                glory) 
                                                and 
                                                shout 
                                                so 
                                                high
 
                                    
                                
                                                (To 
                                                be 
                                                free) 
                                                make 
                                                believe 
                                                in 
                                                stories
 
                                    
                                
                                                (And 
                                                fantasize 
                                                to 
                                                light 
                                                the 
                                                spark)
 
                                    
                                
                                                As 
                                                we 
                                                break 
                                                the 
                                                morning 
                                                (say 
                                                the 
                                                word, 
                                                don't 
                                                mind 
                                                the 
                                                dark)
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                could 
                                                kiss 
                                                and 
                                                yawn 
                                                it 
                                                (so 
                                                we 
                                                both 
                                                will 
                                                escape 
                                                the 
                                                dawn)
 
                                    
                                
                                                Swearing 
                                                sins 
                                                and 
                                                coffee 
                                                (′cause 
                                                we 
                                                don't 
                                                want 
                                                the 
                                                sun 
                                                to 
                                                sum)
 
                                    
                                 
                            1 Golden Mines
2 You and My Dreams
3 Milestone
4 Nightdreaming
5 The Word
6 Princess
7 Gonna Get Ya
8 Light
9 Come
10 Did I Need to Repeat?
11 Flower Tune
12 Away
13 Céu
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