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 I'm standing in the backyard Listening to the party Inside Tonight I'm drinkin' in the forgiveness This life provides The scars we carry remain but the pain slips away it seems Oh won't you baby be in my book of dreams I'm watchin' you through the window With your girlfriends from back home You're showin' off your dress There's laughter and a toast From your daddy to the prettiest bride he's ever seen Oh won't you baby be in my book of dreams In the darkness my fingers slip across your skin I feel your sweet reply The room fades away and suddenly I'm way up high Just holdin' you to me As through the window the moonlight streams Oh won't you baby be in my book of dreams Now the ritual begins 'Neath the wedding garland we meet as strangers The dance floor is alive with beauty Mystery and danger We dance out 'neath the stars' ancient light into the darkening trees Oh won't you baby be in my book of dreams
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Copyright © Bruce Springsteen (ASCAP)
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