The first 12 lines.
Guns that cross the street you never know who you might meet, who's in disguise
Ooh as you blow a storm, there's no one there to keep you warm it's no surprise
There's something in my eyes
It's a miracle
And dreams are made of emotion
Dance with the counterfeit
The plastic smiles and micro heat, I'll meet you there
I'll meet you there
Run to the edge of town where Hollywood lay its footprints down
Monroe was there but do you really care
It's a miracle
And dreams are made of emotion
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