Street Of Dreams - Frankie Rose

If you can’t sleep tonight and fever grips you tight

There’s a place we can explore, open wide the door

We may be the haunted men and we will hold our heads up when

We walk on the street of dreams

Uuuuuu-uh-uuuuuu-uh

Dead beaten, the disposed, seekers of unlikeliness

There’s a place we can explore, open wide the door

We may be the haunted men and we will hold our heads up when

We walk on the street of dreams

Uuuuuu-uh-uuuuuu-uh

Uuuuuu-uh-uuuuuu-uh

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