I don't even care if we are ever found
Can't you feel my love, love; do you like the sound?
We are made of dreams, heaven knows we are
Angels sang a song where we killed the superstar

People talk, just let them talk, we're better than that
Would you meet me in a high of Saturday night?
People hate, just let them hate, we're better than that
You can find me in the crowd on Saturday night

When we're bringing back paradise, yeah
When we're bringing back paradise, yeah
'Cause whatever may come, I'll be by your side
And if it all falls down, we'll be way up high
When we're bringing back paradise, yeah

I don't even care, I think I'm going numb
Sick of all this running, sick of being down
They got so much to say, got so much to bring
But we I see their lips moving I don't hear a thing

People talk, just let them talk, I'm better than that
Will be million miles away on Saturday night?
People hate, just let them hate, we're better than that
You can find me in the crowd on Saturday night

When we're bringing back paradise, yeah
When we're bringing back paradise, yeah
'Cause whatever may come, I'll be by your side
And if it all falls down, we'll be way up high
When we're bringing back paradise, yeah

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