Were you planning to be pretty?
I should tell ya that ain't workin'
The ol'dream to be a rockstar is not a bit good
It's a desperate, sad adventure for noon and after that
Been workin' for a pounf coin
Cuz my children weren't fed
Just a young man sittin' beside an ol'team in the bar
But the elderly may spend... you cannot afford to lose any time
The janitor comes for the rent, late too many times
Ain't gonna make a new friend here
But you are under the eyes
Just another day in the city of dreams
Take time to pray, what you don't believe
Please come along and try to save us now
Time is passing by and I'm running out of dreams
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