Now its raining its pouring
the old man is snoring
now I lay me down to sleep
I hear the sirens in the street
all my dreams are made of chrome
I have no way to get back home
I’d rather die before I wake
like Marilyn Monroe
and throw my dreams out in
the street and the
rain make ‘em grow

Auteur: Tom Waits

Now its raining its pouring<br />the old man is snoring<br />now I lay me down to sleep<br />I hear the sirens in the street<br />all my dreams are made of chrome<br />I have no way to get back home<br />I’d rather die before I wake<br />like Marilyn Monroe<br />and throw my dreams out in<br />the street and the<br />rain make ‘em grow - Tom Waits



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