Packing up my boyhood plans I used to have so many Going down to the second hand store To pawn off this old guitar To invest in something new Got to buy a diamond ring All my dreams went up in cash Selling these foolish notions I want to take care of you Give up what I wanted To give you everything Dreams are like wild horses Or maybe shooting stars Even if you could catch them at all You can’t hang on to them We might not have much But we can always write a song about that You, wishing I could play an old song I used to know so many So, you’re going down to the second hand store To buy an old guitar To invest in something new You want to hear the song that won your heart You bought my dreams And called them ours You want to see me happy We are both happy You’re all I’ve ever wanted We have everything Dreams are like wild horses Or maybe shooting stars Even if you could catch them at all You can’t hang on to them We may never have much We’ll have each other We’ll write a song about that Write a song about that Write a song about that
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