If you can't sleep tonight And if a fever grips you tight There's a place we must explore Open wide the door We may be the haunted men But we will hold our heads up when We walk down the street of dreams The dead beats and the dispossessed The seekers of unlikeliness A beauty walks arm in arm With the beast tonight We may be the haunted men But we will hold our heads up when We walk down the street of dreams Down the street of dreams We walk down the street of dreams A thousand doorways open there A thousand voices sweet and clear Emotions felt with a passion Never felt before And we may be the haunted men But we will hold our heads up when We walk down the street of dreams When you walk down the street of dreams You gotta hold your head up high
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