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F# She'll come to me Bin a dream C# F# (F#) And I don't even know her name A pretty mark uBpon her breast C# F# (F#) To signify her from the rest But her and I are Bjust the same C# F# (F#) Building bridges outta faith She stands upon a Bdinner plate C# And tells me that I'll F#have to wait
(Oooh, WF#ait for Bme) C# I know it won't be F#easy What a Bthing To beC#lieve In a dF#ream
F#Perhaps I knew her lBong ago C# I wrote her poems at niF#ne years old But then I did becBome a man C# The letter slipped right tF#hrough my hands Practiced all my Bwit and charm C# Had many girls on eF#very arm I learned the depths of Blove and hate C# But never did learn F#how to wait F#Wait for Byou C# You say it like it's eF#asy to do What a Bthing To C#believe In a dF#ream
I hope you know that aBll my life C# I have been searching fF#or a wife A partner and a cBonfidant C# The girl who wants the F#things I want A girl who doesn't cBome along C# Cuz she's already F#where I'm goin' I stand upon a Bbroken stage C# I beg ya darling, F#please, please wait
F#Wait for mBe C# I know it won't be eF#asy F#What a tBhing To C#believe In a dF#ream