Woorden:
All Saints Dreams

Here's not to what was me and you Here's not to all the days gone by And to the truth that lived a lie. Dreams are dreams, Will alas come true Skies

Here's not to what was me and you Here's not to all the days gone by And to the truth that lived a lie. Dreams are dreams, Will alas come true Skies

meant to be Stuck here living someone else's dream Well, beyond your window there is so much more Even every prison has an open door Oh Veronika, Saint

me, tell me, tell me a story I believe, oh I believe All things are possible on Christmas Eve Okay, okay It was a night before Christmas and all through

different Friends say I changed, they think I'm acting different At first all I wanted is to get my hands on riches Too busy chasing you, to nodes all

I believe? Would I believe? If it wasn't for you Then none of this is for nothing It's all for nothing It's all for nothing It's all for nothing If

to keep up or contend And my belief beat baseline secrete such a special blend I am not like them at all and I cannot pretend I am not like you at all

my side ain't nothing but gangstas baby Throw yo hood up if you representin' Gangsta as a Cadillac DeVille wit fo's This for all my thundercats that

m the blunt You could be the lighter babe Fire it up! Writer babe You could be the quote If I'm the lyric baby You could be the note Record that! Saint