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As a child with ocean eyes |
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I smiled 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 to the ground |
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I grew up |
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To a world of compromise |
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Analysing what it means to dream |
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I don't really want to 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 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 everything in my world |
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It spoils to find out |
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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 |
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They'll put us in |
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And I'm told we all fix in - |
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But why should |
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I belong to one thing? |
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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 plastic building blocks |
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I could make a thousand me's |
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I don't really... ... the boxes they'll put us in |