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Go on and taste your dreamsLeave me with the billand miss me half as much as you say you willYou can make me believe you’d need me stillLove may be a curable diseaseThose dreams, they are like pillsThey may dangle you like a worm out on a line,or make you the household name just like they have advertisedDoes it concern you now, does it even cross your mind?That "love" could be a misquotationYour dreams, they are not mineAnd in the light of day, what have you got?Are you for sale or are you bought?Is there a best "if used by" date written on the top?I don't believe that it's wrong to have heard love and dared the costbut love can be a misquotation and lines can be crossedIf you can taste your dreams and leave me with the billand miss me half as much as you say you willYou can make me believe that you need me stillYour dreams have been a false I.D. that made you look like someone elseand the writing on the wall looked just like water on the windowsillIt said love can be a curable disease From Letras Mania