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As a child with ocean eyes I smiled |
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At a world existing just for me ; |
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Without boxes, borders or boundaries |
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I built dreams ; |
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But like plastic building blocks |
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They were knocked down the ground |
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I grew up |
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To a world of compromise |
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Analising what it means to dream |
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I don't really wanna understand |
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Everything in my world |
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It spoils the fun for me |
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Come on darling you can take my hand |
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Blowing kisses in the wind |
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We'll fly away in our dreams |
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From the boxes they'll put us in |
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Who shall we propose to be ? |
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Who am I supposed to be ? |
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With these empty building blocks |
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I could make a thousand me's |
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I don't really wanna understand |
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Everything in my world |
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It spoils the fun for me |
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Come on darling you can take my hand |
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Blowing kisses in the wind |
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We'll fly away in our dreams |
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From the boxes they'll put us in |
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And I'm told we all fit in |
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But why should I belong to one thing ? |
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Who shall we propose to be ? |
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Who I am supposed to be ? |
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With these plastic building blocks |
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I could make a thousand me's |
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I don't really wanna understand |
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Everything in my world |
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It spoils the fun for me |
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Come on darling you can take my hand |
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Blowing kisses in the wind |
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We'll fly away in our dreams |
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From the boxes they'll put us in |
