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Awakening Love's Echo: Blonder's Reflection on Lost Dreams
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Lyrics

I don't call you anymore

I have ceased initiating contact with you.

I woke up from our dream

I became aware or emerged from a shared fantasy or aspiration between us.

I woke up when you stopped believing

I became conscious when you lost faith or stopped believing in something.

I don't know you anymore

I feel a sense of unfamiliarity or distance in our relationship.

We woke up from our dream

We both became aware or emerged from a shared fantasy or aspiration.

We woke up when we stopped believing

We became conscious when we lost faith or stopped believing in something.


But you were so there, with beautiful hair, holding a basketball

You were present, possessing attractive qualities, holding a basketball.

With glitter on your face, in a ripped dress, walking down the street

You had glitter on your face, wore a torn dress, strolling down the street.


I don't think of you no more

I no longer actively think about you.

Except for in this song

Except in the context of this particular song.

You made me think your love was strong

You gave the impression that your love was powerful or enduring.

I don't feel it anymore

I no longer sense or experience that love.

It's cooler when you get

It's more enjoyable or fashionable when you experience a similar feeling.

I'm giving you what you gave me

I am reciprocating what you previously gave me.


But you were so there, with beautiful hair, holding a basketball

You were present, possessing attractive qualities, holding a basketball.

With glitter on your face, in a ripped dress, walking down the street

You had glitter on your face, wore a torn dress, strolling down the street.


But you were so there, with beautiful hair, holding a basketball

You were present, possessing attractive qualities, holding a basketball.

With glitter on your face, in a ripped dress, walking down the street

You had glitter on your face, wore a torn dress, strolling down the street.

But you were so there, with beautiful hair, holding a basketball

You were present, possessing attractive qualities, holding a basketball.

With glitter on your face, in a ripped dress, walking down the street

You had glitter on your face, wore a torn dress, strolling down the street.

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