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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