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Джон Уэсли Джон Уэслианглийский евангелист

When Dreams Come True

Nice girls are writing in journals

Things they wish they'd done

And all their bad sisters are walking high wires

Counting the days in a month

The awful truth doesn't bear thinking

Nor does the half-baked lie

They get their hopes dirty once in a while

Wash them and hang them to dry

Everyone's down except for the clowns

And noah don't know where to go

It's hell up in heaven, there's nothing much here

And all the real men are below



What happens when dreams come true?

Will we know what to do

When our dreams come true?



So a saviour rolls in past the big sign

That says "strangers - please turn round"

The men tie him up to a feeding post

And take his credentials down

The sun beats rays on our salad days

His lips get parched and dry

The girls bring him drink with a giggle and a wink

And his moment of glory expires



What happens when dreams come true?

Will we know what to do

When our dreams come true?



Mr.sandman can't believe it

He thought he gave them what they needed

You couldn't get no higher

Than a handsome dark messiah

But he's got one more trick up his sleeve,

Before he gives up once again



A siren goes off as she walks in

As the cowboy lies dying in the dust

She walks through the room where the gentlemen gather

Surrounded by debris and rust

She smoulders and steams, straight out of their dreams

But no-one will talk to her first

Big words are just words

They're small and absurd

She leaves and we all die of thirst



What happens when dreams come true?

Will we know what to do

When our dreams come true?

Джон Уэсли

When Dreams Come True / Джон Уэсли

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