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in a dream that i cant seem to shake she is, she is standing alone by the fence i see tears in her eyes why she crys i just dont know what a mess that i make of my days then theres you, youre a mess to be made, a mess to be made and the dream starts to fade away so youre leaving for months at a time, i help you out the door but once youre gone i just stare out the window please, could you please come back home what a mess that i make of my days trying to save myself, save myself then theres you, youre a mess to be made a canvas only paint could change and a voice on the other end of the phone, says why dont you write a song about it well here goes, i was raised on something that youll never know id hate this place if it werent for the waves if it werent for the fact that you love it where they measure a man on the money he spends well my love is not a bank statement what a mess that i make of my days trying to save myself, save myself then theres you, youre a mess to be made, a mess to be made, a mess to be made and the dream starts to fade away