Building a Dream
Rudy threw his bike against mine
Then walked through the door
and smiled
We went upstairs and
started to play
Same thing, for years, every day
His lonesome timing and that
brown curly hair
Each melody came out extraordinaire
We got it going, he made me believe
It was in our hands
We were building a dream
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At sixteen he dropped out of school
What's a small town boy gonna do?
Started working at a grocery store
Papatoes, tomatoes and such
Music was all, all and everything
The golden boy made the butcher's son sing
By the look in his eyes
I should have seen
That turning point
While were're building a dream
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He chose the highway and ran
Made money, fell in love and ran
Rudy taught me how to play
way back at 4th grade
Sweet is the memory of those days that are gone
His curles turned to silver and the melody moves on
A different timing
a different scene
We did the right thing
We were building a dream
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Then walked through the door
and smiled
We went upstairs and
started to play
Same thing, for years, every day
His lonesome timing and that
brown curly hair
Each melody came out extraordinaire
We got it going, he made me believe
It was in our hands
We were building a dream
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At sixteen he dropped out of school
What's a small town boy gonna do?
Started working at a grocery store
Papatoes, tomatoes and such
Music was all, all and everything
The golden boy made the butcher's son sing
By the look in his eyes
I should have seen
That turning point
While were're building a dream
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He chose the highway and ran
Made money, fell in love and ran
Rudy taught me how to play
way back at 4th grade
Sweet is the memory of those days that are gone
His curles turned to silver and the melody moves on
A different timing
a different scene
We did the right thing
We were building a dream
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Credits
Writer(s): Jan Willem Marie Roy
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