| Someday my prince will come
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| Someday I 'll find my love
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| And how thrilling that moment will be
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| When the prince of my dreams comes to me
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| He’ll whisper I love you
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| And steal a kiss or two
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| Though he’s far away I’ll find my love someday
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| Someday when my dreams come true
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| I know you, I walked you once upon a dream
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| I know you the look in your eyes in so familiar a gleam
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| I know I it’s true that visions are seldom all the seem
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| But if know you, I know are you do
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| You 'll Love me at once, the way you did once
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| upon a dream
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| Look at this stuff, isn’t it neat?
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| Wouldn’t you think my collection’s complete?
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| Wouldn’t you think I’m the girl
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| The girl who has everything?
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| I’ve got gadgets and gizmos aplenty
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| I’ve got whooz-its and whatz-its galore
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| You want thingamabobs?
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| I got twenty
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| But who cares?
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| No big deal
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| I want more
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| And I’m ready to know what the people know
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| Ask 'em my questions
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| And get some answers
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| What’s a fire and why does it
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| What’s the word? |
| Burn?
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| When’s it my turn?
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| Wouldn’t I love
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| Love to explore that shore above?
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| Out of the sea
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| Wish I could be
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| Part of that world
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| Look at me, i will never pass for a perfect bride
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| or a perfect daughter.
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| can it be, i’m not ment to play this part?
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| now i see, that if i were truly to be myself
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| i would break my fathers heart.
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| who is that girl i see? |
| staring straight back at me. |
| why is my reflection
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| someone i don’t know? |
| some how i cannot hide who i am, though i’ve tried.
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| when will my reflection show who i am inside?
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| when will my reflection show who i am inside
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| You think the only people who are people
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| Are the people who look and think like you
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| But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger
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| You’ll learn things you never knew, you never knew
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| Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
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| Or asked the grinning bobcat why he grinned
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| We need to sing with all the voices of the mountainWe need to paint with all
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| the colours of the windYou can own the earth and stillAll you’ll own is earth
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| untilYou can paint with all the colours of the wind
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| when will my reflection show
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| And Someday a dream
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| Let’s upon a dream
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| Come true |