A conversation using nothing but song lyrics

With a four-barrel carb and the dual exhaust
And 4:11 gears she can really get lost
Got safety tubes but I ain't scared
The brakes are good the tires fair...
 
Who's gonna drive me home tonight?
 
I'm just a symptom of the moral decay...
 
Dreamer, you now you are a dreamer.
 
...because that's what dreams are made of.

Passing by a cemetery I think of all the little hopes and dreams that lie lifeless and unfilled beneath the soil
 
I see a red door and I want to paint it black...
 
Father Christmas, give us some money
Don't mess around with those silly toys.
We'll beat you up if you don't hand it over
We want your bread so don't make us annoyed
Give all the toys to the little rich boys
 
I've got two tickets to paradise,
won't you pack your bags we'll leave tonight
 
I can't believe the news today
I can't close my eyes
And make it go away
How long...
How long must we sing this song?

How long has this been going on?

Well, your friends with their fancy persuasion
Don't admit that it's part of a scheme
But I can't help but have my suspicion
'Cause I ain't quite as dumb as I seem
 
my friends, my friends, we never got together again, but I really do miss my friends.
 
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