| Living in living rooms and it’s true
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| That I haven’t gone to bed since the last time that I saw you
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| 'Cause going to couch or going to floor
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| Well, it doesn’t quite provide the eight hours
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| That my body is screaming for
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| 'Cause we’ve been drivin' 'round singin' songs about
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| Drivin' 'round singin' songs
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| And I don’t wanna have fun with anyone but you
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| So take the Great Ocean Road at midnight
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| I’ll get in at three and meet me in between
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| Where I am and where I wanna be
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| 'Cause every night’s a Saturday night and
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| Every day’s a Monday morning
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| Everything ever happened the past month and
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| We didn’t get a single warning
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| And everything that we believe about each other
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| Has been proven right, it seems
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| And all we’ve got left is what the King said
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| «Don't fuck with our dreams
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| Don’t fuck with our dreams»
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| I set to wandering like I always say I do
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| Walked the flat city streets looking for a sign of a past you
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| And knee-deep in alcohol and borrowed souls
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| I skipped another sonnet
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| To open ourselves up to the hope and road
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| And as the dry wheat fields fly by ready to burn
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| In the overtaking lane, I take a second to learn
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| From the mangled advice I was given last night
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| By the sweaty guys with the glassy eyes
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| And every night’s a Saturday night and
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| Every day’s a Monday morning
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| Everything ever happened the past month and
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| We didn’t get a single warning
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| And everything that we believe about each other
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| Has been proven right, it seems
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| And all we’ve got left is what the King said
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| Don’t fuck with our dreams
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| Don’t fuck with our dreams
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| Don’t fuck with our dreams
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| Don’t fuck with our dreams
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| I wanna leave something permanent on this stretch of road
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| Something that won’t fly away
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| Like the dust and the exhaust smoke we breathe in
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| To strengthen the low
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| Like when you said
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| «If I’m gonna die, at least I died helping someone»
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| That’s what you were thinking while you held together your arm
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| I can’t take another late night phone call
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| From some other far-from-home hospital
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| I came so close to giving up
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| Why has my way of coping become a reason to spill blood?
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| But now isn’t the time for backing down
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| Got our feet so firm on the ground
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| So call me what you will, I don’t care
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| I know what happened, I was there
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| We know what happened, we were there
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| Yeah, call me what you will, I don’t care
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| I know what happened, I was there
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| We know what happened, we were there
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| I know what happened, I was there
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| We know what happened, we were there
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| I know what happened, I was there
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| We know what happened, we were there
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| And every night’s a Saturday night and
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| Every day’s a Monday morning
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| Everything ever happened the past month and
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| We didn’t get a single warning
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| Everything that we believe about each other
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| Has been proven right, it seems
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| And all we’ve got left is what the King said
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| Don’t fuck with our dreams
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| Don’t fuck with our dreams
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| Don’t fuck with our dreams
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| Don’t fuck with our… whoooah |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Don't Fuck with Our Dreams, artist - The Smith Street Band. Album song Don't Fuck with Our Dreams, in the genre Фолк-рок