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"Let Me Sell You A Dream" lyrics

David Byrne & Daniel Pemberton Lyrics

"Let Me Sell You A Dream"

I'm extremely hardcore
You know my mind is a storm
And I would not even eat
If I could get my work done
I've been burning the candle
Burning at both ends
And I've been killing those demons
For a long, long time

Let me sell you a dream
Baby, that's what I do
How the future could be
I could make it come true

Now I'm a running human
An imitation mode
I'm a chill normal dude
I just have to keep going
Let me sell you a dream
Do you think I'm insane
I eat a glass sandwich
I, I eat 'em every day

Algorithmic distillation
Multi-planet exploration
I'm a human emulation
I'm a total simulation

Let me sell you a dream
Baby, that's what I do
How the future could be
I could make it come true

You don't wanna be mean
You know the problem
The problem is empathy

Let me sell you a dream
My daddy used to tell me
Let me sell you a dream
Tell me I was no good
Let me sell you a dream
I said, "Hey, now"
Let me sell you a dream
What's a poor boy to do?
Let me sell you a dream


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