this old out of tune guitar
smells like cigarettes and bars
i guess that stuff sinks in
it's just where i've been
this old unreliable faith
the kind you kick around on a sunday
you never take the chance when you said you would
i guess you never know if you really could
make your dreams come true
make them last
if my dad could see me now
i have no doubt he'd be dead proud
i've only lost my way
i think i'm here to stay
make your dreams come true
make them last
i dont wanna fall asleep
not when i can finally see
wow the moon can be so bright
in the middle of a summer night
but this was written by the child
it was coloured pencil style
how'd you know i'd find it here
how'd you know it'd be so clear
how'd you know i'd find it here
how'd you know it'd be this clear
it says make your dreams come true
make them last
make your dreams come true
make them last

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