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everybody's got a dream some dreams can kill you some just dry up and blow away some booze and pill you kids run down cobblestone streets with light-up sneakers on their feet next to suicide cases and thumbtack schemes here's to the girl from out the way i raised your baby crayons and papier-mache yeah, here comes daddy it's accidental, so you say just nature's casual play just some summertime traces washed down a drain From Letras Mania