Dreams - Max Jury
You're a god blessed,
well dressed socialite queen
I'm a redneck,
half-drunk trailer park breed
When we go to parties,
you don't want to be seen
With a boy,
with a boy,
with a boy like me
I've been hanging around
with the old silk hat
Listening to the stories
that the bums spit out
While you're off in some wonderland
Looking for a parallel kind of man
I said looking for a parallel kind of man
Halloween I bought you twelve white roses
You asked to ride the haunted ferris wheel
I was scared of heights
So New York stole ya
Why can't it just be real
Why is it never real
In a broken down,
broken down,
broken down van
On the side of the road
where the city ends
You're a dream,
you're a dream,
you're a dream I had
Dreams are not real,
baby they're just that
Dreams are not real,
baby they're just that
Dreams are not real,
baby they're just that
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