| Take a look around now
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| Change the direction
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| Adjust the tuning
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| Try a new translation
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| Don’t look at your man in the same old way
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| Take a new picture
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| Just because you don’t see shooting stars
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| Doesn’t mean it isn’t perfect
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| Can’t you see…
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| It’s the stuff that dreams are made of
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| It’s the slow and steady fire
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| It’s the stuff that dreams are made of
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| It’s your heart and soul’s desire
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| It’s the stuff that dreams are made of
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| So what’s this about your best friend?
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| She’s got a brand new shiny boy
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| And they’re moving out to Malibu
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| To play with all his pretty toys
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| And you feel closed in by the same four walls
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| The same old conversation
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| With the same old guy you’ve know for years
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| But use your imagination
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| And you will see…
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| It’s the stuff that dreams are made of
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| It’s the slow and steady fire
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| It’s the stuff that dreams are made of
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| It’s your heart and soul’s desire
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| It’s the stuff that dreams are made of
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| What if the Prince on the horse in your fairytale
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| Is right here in disguise
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| And what if the stars you’ve been reaching so high for
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| Are shining in his eyes
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| Don’t look at yourself in the same old way
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| Take another picture
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| Shoot the stars off in your own backyard
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| Don’t look any further
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| And you will see
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| It’s the stuff that dreams are made of… |