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You see these red wine lips? I didn't dream up this
Out on suburban curbs, I'm always restless first
But when the truth is told, we're all dreamers you know
I've always wanted more than I could ever hold

And I know it's a fine line but I know that I've got time
Oh, how could a steeple made of ceiling wax
Ever need fall down?

Remember we had it all, every belle and ball
But just like all ever I wanted more
And well, I sure got that, yeah, I killed that cat
But I hope one fine day, I'll stop looking back

Yes, I know it's a fine line, oh, I know it's a high wire, yeah
Oh, how could a steeple made of innocence

Oh, steeple made of ceiling wax
Ever need fall down?

You see these red wine lips? We didn't dream up this
Out on suburban curbs, I'm always restless first
But when the truth is told, we're all dreamers you know
I've always wanted more than I could ever hold

And I know it's a fine line, oh, I know that it's a high wire
Oh, how could a steeple made of innocence
Oh, golden arch, burning heart
Oh, steeple made of ceiling wax
Ever need fall down?

You see these red wine lips? I didn't dream up this
Out on suburban curbs, I'm always restless first
But when the truth is told, we're all dreamers you know