| What a cliche | |
| I, I never want to see you again | |
| We're all so cliched, 'ched | |
| With too much spandex on the brain | |
| Oh, if you believe your dreams will come true | |
| Then sleep is you'll ever do | |
| And if you think I'm gonna come to you | |
| Then go back to bed and take my friends there too | |
| In a sense we're exactly the same | |
| 'Cause we're both so different in every way | |
| In a sense we're exactly the same | |
| We're both so different in every way, in every way | |
| Oh, it's a shame | |
| That you don't need to see you this way | |
| Oh, it's a crying shame, shame | |
| That what you do is the same as the same | |
| Oh, someone told me that you really liked me | |
| But I fell asleep almost instantly | |
| And in my sleep I dreamt that you found me | |
| Now I've found my feet so come and run with me | |
| In a sense we're exactly the same | |
| 'Cause we're both so different in every way | |
| In a sense we're exactly the same | |
| We're both so different in every way, in every way | |
| Sleep, I go to sleep | |
| Sleep, I go to sleep | |
| Dream, dream, dream for her | |
| And you can dream, dream, dream for her | |
| I wanna dream, dream, dream for her | |
| Dream, dream, dream for her, her, her, her, her |