| Remember when we were back in school
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| Two young kids with wild ideas
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| Years gone by we sweated and saved
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| For a cupboard with a view
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| Now too old for work they say
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| What’s the point in biding time
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| Living out our yesterday
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| When wild ideas could all come true
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| We could settle into being old
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| But all that glitters could be gold
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| So meet me in my dream
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| I won’t fall asleep without you
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| Meet me in my dream
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| Underneath the Vegas light&115
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| Look around our shabby room
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| Paper peeling curtains frayed
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| Faded photos on the wall
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| Like us they’ve all seen better days
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| We drew our savings from the bank
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| For roulette wheels and reckless nights
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| Sinatra’s records on our minds
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| Fruit machines and neon lights
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| We threw away our everything
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| And blew it on a final fling
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| So meet me in my dream
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| I won’t fall asleep without you
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| Meet me in my dream
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| It’s lonely here without you
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| Remember way beck then in school
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| All the things we said we’d do
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| So meet me in my dream
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| Underneath the Vegas lights
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| Meet me in my dream
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| Meet me in my dream
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| Meet me in my dream
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| Underneath the Vegas lights |