| Thought there’d be a man
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| In a suit and a ten-gallon hat
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| He’d give me a deal and a red Cadillac
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| I’d make hit records and get hooked on drugs
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| But I wound up pregnant and strung out on love
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| Dreams don’t come true
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| They’ll make a mess out of you
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| They’ll hang around the darkest corners of your mind
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| They’ll bleed your heart black and blue
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| Don’t let anyone tell you they do
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| Dreams don’t come true
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| I thought I’d change the world
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| With three chords and the truth
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| I’d be like Elvis but with lipstick and boobs
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| My bra would be floatin' in a guitar-shaped pool
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| And I’d flip the bird to them whores in high school
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| Dreams don’t come true
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| They’ll make a mess out of you
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| They’ll hang around the darkest corners of your mind
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| They’ll bleed your heart black and blue
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| Don’t let anyone tell you they do
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| Dreams don’t come true
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| I hate to put a damper on the fairytale you pictured
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| I should have known all along
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| That glass slippers give you blisters
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| Dreams don’t come true
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| They’ll make a mess out of you
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| They’ll hang around the darkest corners of your mind
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| They’ll bleed your heart black and blue (black and blue)
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| Don’t let anyone tell you they do
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| Dreams don’t come true |