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City runnin' through my veins Like tiny bubbles in a champagne glass Make a body levitate Way, way, way up high, way, way up high There's a party in my brain Every color of the rainbow sky Line of Skittles on a plate Way, way, way up high Feelin' like a spaceman under the stars Livin' in a wasteland somewhere on Mars Sendin' out an SOS in the dark But I got no service, no service On and on, you can find me in the clouds now On and on, if you think we're comin' down now Dream on, dream on Pop that lemonade, cola, soda Turn that record over, goin' Dream on, dream on Pop that lemonade, cola, soda Turn that record over Friday knockin' at my door Dodgin' Mondays like a matador Hundred miles up the floor Way, way, way up high Feelin' like a spaceman under the stars Livin' in a wasteland somewhere on Mars Sendin' out an SOS in the dark But I got no service, no service On and on, you can find me in the clouds now On and on, if you think we're comin' down now Dream on, dream on Pop that lemonade, cola, soda Turn that record over, goin' Dream on, dream on Pop that lemonade, cola, soda Turn that record over Na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na-na (dream on) Na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na-na (dream on) On and on, you can find me in the clouds now On and on, if you think we're comin' down now Dream on, dream on Pop that lemonade, cola, soda Turn that record over, goin' Dream on, dream on Pop that lemonade, cola, soda Turn that record over
Writer(s): Nolan Winfield Sipe, Michael Fitzpatrick, Ryan Patrick Daly, Steven Tyler Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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