| I was dreaming on the seventh day
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| Across a thousand years of time and space
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| There’s still some things that must be spoken
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| Now that all the barriers are broken
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| A star man came down on my TV
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| In a two tone suit and silver shoes
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| Six strings on a twelve guitar
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| All my dreams are made of stars
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| The rock and roll still burns in me
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| It’s a long way back from no return
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| And on the way back down to the way back up
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| I met the new wave sons still arising
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| All the rent books have been left unpaid
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| You can find me where I`ve always been
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| The faces change but not the dream
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| Each man kills the thing he loves
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| I tore it down ti build it up
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| The rock and roll still burns in me
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| Rock and roll is still not dead
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| There’s still so much more left to be said
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| All the lines are in my head
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| I’ll leave the shaming to the dead
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| Ministers and superstars
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| Are drinking champagne in their cars
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| Six strings on a twelve guitar
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| All my dreams are made of stars
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| The rock and roll still burns in me |