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I'm the kid who ran away with the circus |
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Now I'm watering elephants |
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But I sometimes lie awake in the sawdust |
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Dreaming I'm in a suit of light |
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Late at night in the empty big top I'm |
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All alone on the high wire |
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Look, he's working without a net this time |
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He's a real death-defier |
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I'm the kid who always looked out the window |
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Failing test in geography |
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But I've seen things far beyond just the schoolyard |
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Distant shores of exotic lands |
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There, the spires of the Turkish Empire |
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It's six months since we made landfall |
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Riding low with the spice of India |
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Through Gibraltar, we're rich men all |
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I'm the kid who thought we'd someday be lovers |
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Always held out that time would tell |
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But time was talking, I guess I just wasn't listening |
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No surprise if you know me well |
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And as we're walking toward the train station |
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There's a whispering rainfall |
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'Cross the boulevard you slip your hand in mine |
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In the distance the train calls |
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I'm the kid who has this habit of dreaming |
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Sometimes gets me in trouble too |
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But the truth is I could no more stop dreaming |
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Than I could make them all come true. |
