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You're my favorite daydream (ah ah ah ah)
I'm your famous nightmare.
Everything I see looks like gold,
everything I touch goes cold
castles in the snow.
Here's all I know:
your checkered room and your velvet bow,
your Elvis song in my ear,
that moonlit voice that I hear.
Now we are bold as brass.
We walk along our golden crest.
We hide away for a week.
We only look and don't speak.
You're my favorite daydream (ah ah ah ah)
I'm your famous nightmare.
Everything I see looks like gold,
everything I touch goes cold,
castles in the snow.