true Here's not to what was me and you Here's not to all the days gone by And to the truth that lived a lie Dreams are dreams will alas come true Skies
Here's not to what was me and you Here's not to all the days gone by And to the truth that lived a lie. Dreams are dreams, Will alas come true Skies
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meant to be Stuck here living someone else's dream Well, beyond your window there is so much more Even every prison has an open door Oh Veronika, Saint
down into the Saint street keeping our feet of the ground Till we find ourselves at breakfast in our super town So long well hey hey hey Though I'd see you all
me, tell me, tell me a story I believe, oh I believe All things are possible on Christmas Eve Okay, okay It was a night before Christmas and all through
the book All the boys wanna know If she's got something to hide All the girls are relieved She's working for the other side She's a sinner, a saint
different Friends say I changed, they think I'm acting different At first all I wanted is to get my hands on riches Too busy chasing you, to nodes all
a whole different zone I ain't really from this place Sold out all night long So, really I'm in outer space Really I ain't got no home Really I'm a saint
I believe? Would I believe? If it wasn't for you Then none of this is for nothing It's all for nothing It's all for nothing It's all for nothing If
it ain't that ole Chuck E Weiss And Clayborn Avenue me and you, Sam Jones and all And I wish I was in New Orleans 'cause I can see it in my dreams Arm
to keep up or contend And my belief beat baseline secrete such a special blend I am not like them at all and I cannot pretend I am not like you at all
Oh, baby, all through the night All through the night Oh, baby, all through the night All through the night All through the night Have you ever played with an all
my side ain't nothing but gangstas baby Throw yo hood up if you representin' Gangsta as a Cadillac DeVille wit fo's This for all my thundercats that
got fakers, false prophets and fools And phony saint saviors Fame's pick me up, gets drowned in Pop's twinkle and dreams, torn at the seams It can leave
m the blunt You could be the lighter babe Fire it up! Writer babe You could be the quote If I'm the lyric baby You could be the note Record that! Saint
