Lyrics:
the one who made me feel unkind ?
So fare thee well, sweet love of mine
Take your tears to someone else's eyes
They're made of glass
And are cut like
Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree?
I traveled the world
And the seven seas
Everybody's looking for something
Sweet dreams are made
sleeping at the wheel
Paralyzed in fear of villains lording makes it truer
When this shit struck I searched for truth cuz I am a doer
Sweet dreams are made
deceived by the false charm of this world
Following my dreams may not be where God needs me
So sick of making bad decisions
God didn’t intend
Blaming God
forehead and then tease me
Are you perfect or too good to be real?
Cause you give me all the sweet, sweet loving
Even you're far or near or with me
I feel so
Sweet dreams (x4)
Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree
I travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody's looking for something
Is
that's where I'll take the fam
When the reflection joint is done
By the time you hear this, I'll be basking in african sun
Like wow!
We made it
We here
Need to get a lot of
Stuff off my chest i want everyone
To know that your dreams
Are not invalid this is
An autobiography of ideology, I need to do
to use you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused
Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I
nanoclaws
With my machines I can dispatch you
From this world without a trace
Our nostalgia ghosts are ready to take your place
Content-shifting shopping
tracks, made 6 or 7 racks
A couple days later on twitter I saw this photo of myself and I was grinning
That 4K camera of quality had got me tripping
So
The anxiety is, will i have to leave? Is this a dream
Will i become ill? Will i have to die again? Will i miss out
Suddenly an announcement is made
There's a kid out on my corner, hear him strumming like a fool
Shivering in his dungerees, but still he's going to school
His cheeks are made
for the day
Lookin' lookin' for a way to turn the page
If this is the dream, was I made by America?
Or product of those PBS characters
A product
Wooo! What did I tell niggas?
What the fuck did I tell niggas?!
Did I not tell niggas this shit was going to happen
(Looks like we made it) What did
There are no words, I can use
Because the meaning still leaves for you to choose
And I couldn't stand to let them be abused, by you.
Dreams I
to use you
Some of them
want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused.
Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I
Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This)
written by Annie Lennox and David A. Stewart
Lyrics:
Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree?
I
you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused
Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I
you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused
Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I
in, I prepared half a potion.
Now you must do the other half.
You must get seven part-silver curses made special out of bullet bits
By some Pollock
in, I prepared half a potion.
Now you must do the other half.
You must get seven part-silver curses made special out of bullet bits
By some Pollock
Damn sure ain't in my closet, or under my rug
This love search is really making me bug
And if you know who you are, why don't you make yourself seen?
Damn sure ain't in my closet, or under my rug
This love search is really making me bug
And if you know who you are, why don't you make yourself seen?
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