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There's a little crowd of children on the hill, beside the sanitariumThrowing pebbles at the window 'til he reappears to sing a song to themIt is a song that winds its way inside their ears and out theirtear ducts to the groundBy the second verse, an angry nurse arrives and ties the little singer downHe dreams up a kingdom and sits on his thrownHe sings for the children surrounding his homeWould you believe in a dream if you woke up alone?Here comes the lowlife with the highlights in his hair,too old to wear the clothes he's wearinghe towers over all the children on the hill,and can't believe what he is hearinghe writes a letter from the label, full of fancy words that set the singer freehe earns an honest $1.50 every time the singer sings to you and mehe lives in a kingdom and sits all alonecounting his money and drinking his rumwill he believe in the dream when he wakes up alonehe wakes up alone, singing pretty please:?pretend that you love me...pretend, that will do?There's a little crowd of children on the hill, beside the sanitariumThrowing pebbles at the window 'til he reappears to sing a song to them. Aus Songtexte Mania