Pulling down backstreets, deep in your head Slipping through dreamland like a tourist Pulling down backstreets, deep in your head Slipping through dreamland like a tourist That first friend you had, that worst thing you said That perfect moment, that last tear you shed All you done in bed? All on Memorex All 'round, 'round your head, all 'round, 'round your head Pulling down backstreets, deep in your head Slipping through dreamland like a tourist Pulling down backstreets, deep in your head Slipping through dreamland like a tourist You've had too much of the digital love You want everything live, you want things you can touch Make it feel like like a movie you saw in your youth Make it feel like that song that just unopened you You were ten years old holding hands in the classroom He had a gun on the first day of high school You want something bizarre, old conceptual cars You want girls dressed in drag, you want boys with guitars Pulling down backstreets, deep in your head Slipping through dreamland like a tourist Pulling down backstreets, deep in your head Slipping through dreamland like a tourist You see Kodachrome, you see pink and gold You see Mullholland glow, you see in airplane mode All 'round, 'round your head, all 'round, 'round your head All 'round, 'round your head, all 'round 'round your head You float in the pool where the soundtrack is canned You go ask your questions like, "What makes a man?" Oh, it's 2020 so it's time to change that So you go make an album and call it Dreamland
Pulling down backstreets, deep in your head Slipping through dreamland like a tourist Pulling down backstreets, deep in your head Slipping through dreamland like a tourist That first friend you had, that worst thing you said That perfect moment, that last tear you shed All you done in bed? All on Memorex All 'round, 'round your head, all 'round, 'round your head Pulling down backstreets, deep in your head Slipping through dreamland like a tourist Pulling down backstreets, deep in your head Slipping through dreamland like a tourist You've had too much of the digital love You want everything live, you want things you can touch Make it feel like like a movie you saw in your youth Make it feel like that song that just unopened you You were ten years old holding hands in the classroom He had a gun on the first day of high school You want something bizarre, old conceptual cars You want girls dressed in drag, you want boys with guitars Pulling down backstreets, deep in your head Slipping through dreamland like a tourist Pulling down backstreets, deep in your head Slipping through dreamland like a tourist You see Kodachrome, you see pink and gold You see Mullholland glow, you see in airplane mode All 'round, 'round your head, all 'round, 'round your head All 'round, 'round your head, all 'round 'round your head You float in the pool where the soundtrack is canned You go ask your questions like, "What makes a man?" Oh, it's 2020 so it's time to change that So you go make an album and call it Dreamland
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This instrumental brings me good memories from the past, it's so nice.
Pulling down backstreets, deep in your head
Slipping through dreamland like a tourist
Pulling down backstreets, deep in your head
Slipping through dreamland like a tourist
That first friend you had, that worst thing you said
That perfect moment, that last tear you shed
All you done in bed? All on Memorex
All 'round, 'round your head, all 'round, 'round your head
Pulling down backstreets, deep in your head
Slipping through dreamland like a tourist
Pulling down backstreets, deep in your head
Slipping through dreamland like a tourist
You've had too much of the digital love
You want everything live, you want things you can touch
Make it feel like like a movie you saw in your youth
Make it feel like that song that just unopened you
You were ten years old holding hands in the classroom
He had a gun on the first day of high school
You want something bizarre, old conceptual cars
You want girls dressed in drag, you want boys with guitars
Pulling down backstreets, deep in your head
Slipping through dreamland like a tourist
Pulling down backstreets, deep in your head
Slipping through dreamland like a tourist
You see Kodachrome, you see pink and gold
You see Mullholland glow, you see in airplane mode
All 'round, 'round your head, all 'round, 'round your head
All 'round, 'round your head, all 'round 'round your head
You float in the pool where the soundtrack is canned
You go ask your questions like, "What makes a man?"
Oh, it's 2020 so it's time to change that
So you go make an album and call it Dreamland
Been searching for this for ever!
Heavenly ❤
This beat deserves a second and third chance
Thank you so much for this
Дэйв бейли кто ты по знаку Зодиака?
This songs sounds like Matt Watson style from Super Mega
Pulling down backstreets, deep in your head
Slipping through dreamland like a tourist
Pulling down backstreets, deep in your head
Slipping through dreamland like a tourist
That first friend you had, that worst thing you said
That perfect moment, that last tear you shed
All you done in bed? All on Memorex
All 'round, 'round your head, all 'round, 'round your head
Pulling down backstreets, deep in your head
Slipping through dreamland like a tourist
Pulling down backstreets, deep in your head
Slipping through dreamland like a tourist
You've had too much of the digital love
You want everything live, you want things you can touch
Make it feel like like a movie you saw in your youth
Make it feel like that song that just unopened you
You were ten years old holding hands in the classroom
He had a gun on the first day of high school
You want something bizarre, old conceptual cars
You want girls dressed in drag, you want boys with guitars
Pulling down backstreets, deep in your head
Slipping through dreamland like a tourist
Pulling down backstreets, deep in your head
Slipping through dreamland like a tourist
You see Kodachrome, you see pink and gold
You see Mullholland glow, you see in airplane mode
All 'round, 'round your head, all 'round, 'round your head
All 'round, 'round your head, all 'round 'round your head
You float in the pool where the soundtrack is canned
You go ask your questions like, "What makes a man?"
Oh, it's 2020 so it's time to change that
So you go make an album and call it Dreamland