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Written by Lindsey Buckingham.
Can't get going
Fear is showing
On this lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely
Street of dreams
There's no telling
What they're selling
On this lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely
Street of dreams
There's a shadow on my daddy's stone, where he was laid, laid to rest.
I ask him is this just a dream, or is it just another test?
I turn my back against the cold, I turn my face into the wind
And I wonder will I ever, ever make it home again?
Shadow on daddy's stone, ten years gone, it seems
I ask him will I ever stop, ever stop dreaming dreams?!
He said never, never, never
And I was praying
You'd be staying
On this lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely
Street of dreams
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