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Do me a favor: |
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Tell me what you think about me. |
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Tell me how you want this to be. |
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Go out on a limb and just, |
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Dream. |
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Paint a picture. |
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Choose your colors extra wise, |
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Especially what you put on my mind. |
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Imagine what it'd be like to touch the sky. |
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(Yeah hee yeah!) |
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Whoa, your thoughts are gonna pick me up. |
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Do you know, |
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It's good to feel too much. |
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Whoa, you got my head in the clouds. |
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Whoa, you got me thinking out loud. |
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The more you dream about me, |
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The more that I believe, |
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That nothing's ever out of reach. |
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So dream, dream, dream. |
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I breathe your visions. |
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They pull me through the coldest of nights. |
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They steer me towards that moment in time, |
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When you show me what it means for you to be mine. |
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(Yeah hee yeah.) |
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Whoa, you're giving me the will to try. |
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Do you know, |
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That there's happy in these lives |
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Whoa, you got my head in the clouds. |
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Whoa, you got me thinking out loud. |
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The more you dream about me, |
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The more that I believe, |
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That nothing's ever out of reach. |
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So dream, dream, dream. |
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Ha, it's like my birthday, |
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Every time you look at me. |
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It's like the best thing, |
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Every time that you, |
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Dream. |
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(Yeah hee yeah, yeah, yeah!) |
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Whoa, your thoughts are gonna pick me up. |
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Do you know, |
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It's good to feel too much. |
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(Much!) |
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Whoa, you got my head in the clouds. |
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Whoa, you got me thinking out loud. |
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The more you dream about me, |
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The more that I believe, |
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That nothing's ever out of reach. |
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So dream, dream, dream. |
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Dream! |
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The more you dream about me, |
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The more that I believe, |
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That nothing's ever out of reach. |
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So dream, dream, dream. |
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Dream. |
