I wish I wrote the song
That'd blow the world away
Then I would dive in to the fame.
I would make more money
No one's ever made
That on the moon I'd put my name.
I just dream..it doesn't hurt.
Dream! It doesn't hurt.
I wish I had a crowd
Of thousands starving eyes
who came to see my wicked show.
They'd buy my super CDs -
All of the at once,
Half a million or so.
I just dream...It doesn't hurt.
Dream! It doesn't hurt.
And I wish this song could get over thousands of miles.
And would bring o every home laughter and smiles.
Yes I wish, at least for a while, It stuck in your head,
So you;d sing this general message when you go to your bed.
Dream! It doesn't hurt.
Dream! It doesn't hurt.
Dream! It doesn't hurt.
Dream! It doesn't hurt.
Dream!
© Copyright: Пилипенко Сергей, 2016
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