100 lyrics for "Live in a dream"
Here I go again on my own Goin' down the only road I've ever known Like a drifter I was born to walk alone And I'll keep livin' the life Living the dream on my own. We could all live the dream I ain't wasting no more time Funny how things change Yet they
PlayA head full of dreams Oh, I think I've landed Where there are miracles at work With a head full, a head full of dreams In a world I hadn't seen When I'm feeling ordinary When I don't know what I mean For the thirst and for the hunger
PlayYou live without shame You’re digging up a gold mine Standing on the sidelines You are caught up in your gravity Watching through the looking glass Singing your own praise I would not expect you felt alone in standing north Better to rise above the
Play(I can't stop loving you) (I can't stop wanting you) It's useless to say I've made up my mind To live in memory of the lonesome times So I'll just live my life in dreams of yesterday (Dreams of yesterday) Those happy hours that we once knew Though long
PlayA man I'll never be You look up at me And somewhere in your mind you see If only I could find a way I'd feel like I'm the man you believe I am And it gets harder every day for me To hide behind this dream you see If I said what's on my mind You'd turn
PlayThese dreams And I put another picture in a frame So until you come home Live beyond the dark Give unto the heart Have every shade of blue With every part of you Of simple afternoons in your arms
PlayIt's only getting worse, Behold this bitter curse, It's only getting worse, the end is nigh. Am I awake or dreaming? Is this the life we're breaking? Why stay alive when dying is much easier? It's not gonna end the way you want, The end is nigh
PlayA kiss to build a dream on Weaving romances, making believe they're true And my imagination will make that moment live Give me a kiss to build a dream on And my imagination will thrive upon that kiss Sweetheart, I ask no more than this Give me a kiss
PlayAll the lonely people Ah look at all the lonely people Where do they all come from? Where do they all belong? Eleanor Rigby, picks up the rice In the church where a wedding has been Lives in a dream Waits at the window, wearing the face That she keeps in
PlayThis house is not for sale Coming home I'm coming home I set each stone and I hammered each nail Where memories live and the dream don't fail I'm coming home (this house is not for sale) These four walls have a got a story to tell The door is off the
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