Tác giả : Tracy Chapman
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If these are the things that 
Dreams are made of 
Why don't i dream 
Anymore 
I've tried to tell myself 
Nothing's changed my dear 
But i look around me 
And think maybe that's not so 
 
I only have nightmares 
And wake up with cold sweat 
Coming through my pores 
 
Why don't i dream anymore 
 
I'm in the garden 
All the trees bear fruit 
I have to pick them before they fall 
I finally grab one 
I hold it in my hand 
I open it up 
It's rotten to the core 
 
Why don't i dream anymore 
 
If these are the things that 
Dreams are made of 
Why don't i dream 
Anymore 
 
We lose our patience 
Lose our trust 
Yes we lose our innocence 
To forget our sorrow and hide our pain 
We lose old memories 
But dreams are what life's worth living for 
 
I wish i could dream 
Once more 
 
I'm in the garden 
All the trees bear fruit 
I have to pick them before they fall 
I finally grab one 
I hold it in my hand 
I open it up 
It's rotten to the core 
 
Why don't i dream anymore 
 
If these are the things that 
Dreams are made of 
Why don't i dream anymore 
 
I've tried to tell myself 
It's all for the best my dear 
But i look around me and think 
Maybe that's not so 
 
I only have nightmares 
Wake up in a cold sweat 
Have i become as corrupt 
As all i abhor 
 
I'm in the garden 
All the trees bear fruit 
I have to pick them before they fall 
I finally grab one 
I hold it in my hand 
I open it up 
It's rotten to the core 
 
Why don't i dream anymore 
 
If these are the things that 
Dreams are made of 
If these are the things that 
Dreams are made of 
If these are the things that 
Dreams are made of 
 
I don't want anymore