LYRIC

I don't mind if the kids are insane.
Slowly inclined to cut against the grain.

Stars on the sidewalk will never have our game;
I was long gone before you even came.

[chorus]

So come to me
Come to me
Come to me in my dreams.

Come to me
Come to me
Come to me in my dreams.

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