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Dance in the street (1)

Poetry By: Foliostar
Song lyrics


Just something that had a good tune to it so I put it in writing hope you enjoy


Submitted:Mar 8, 2010    Reads: 59    Comments: 1    Likes: 4   


Chorus

Why don't you dance in the street play in the sand dream up a fantasy me holding your hand. Let go of your sorrow. Hang on till tommorrow. Every day is a shade. Of a rainbow weve create. Follow these plans you'll be fine through the end. I'm so close to you though well never be together. See you someday at the end of the tunnel why not dance in the street run on the beach paint picture of you and me. There's a pot of gold that we keep chasing the way I chase after you. Even though I'm crazy you in my dreams forever baby. Sing your sweet melody. In the middle of the street. Maybe some where you'll be there for me.

Sink in sand drop all of our plans. Honey your a disease without any vaccine what would I do just to be with you again. But ah well. I'll be on my way. Someday i pray youll find your wings even if it kills me to know, oh how it brings me to my knees to know your forever gone. Just not the one to ease the sting when its all like i believe in. I may always be alone. But you'll never be lost. I promise someday we'll meet like the time we

Chorus

Why don't you dance in the street play in the sand dream up a fantasy me holding your hand. Let go of your sorrow. Hang on till tommorrow. Every day is a shade. Of a rainbow weve create. Follow these plans you'll be fine through the end. I'm so close to you though well never be together. See you someday at the end of the tunnel why not dance in the street run on the beach paint picture of you and me. There's a pot of gold that we keep chasing the way I chase after you. Even though I'm crazy you in my dreams forever baby. Sing your sweet melody. In the middle of the street. Maybe some where you'll be there for me.

We danced in the rain played piano in the basement. Dreaming of our fantasy in the middle of the day. Painting a portrait. A golden pot of fortune. But its unfortunate you and me never again, never the same. From the moment you were taken away. I told myself i would never afraid. But i fear my innocence is breaking through my skin and i dont know how much longer i can contain it.





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