Broken Dreams (Drew McIntyre)

What's that metronome I hear

Perhaps the end is drawing near

You never hear the shot that takes you down

Now your dreams are memories

Seems more true from far away

Just like smoke that fades and makes no sound

Out of time, so say goodbye

What is yours, now is mine

And I dream broken dreams

I make them come true

I make them for you

I make them for you...

Almost to the mountaintop

You slip and fall just like a stone

Rolling ever faster to this nightmare you have sown

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