| I have just begun to work my magic
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| But it seems as though I’m lost at sea
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| Our hopes get bigger now with every hour
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| The tide is higher
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| But it’s always just beyond my reach
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| I have just begun to write this chapter
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| Though it seems my hand is growing weak
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| If I could only keep the muses smiling
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| Never doubting
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| I’d be waltzing on an endless stream
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| Running out of golden ink
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| Everything is make believe
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| Hanging from a world unseen
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| Everything is make believe
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| Make believe, make believe, make believe
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| And it’s all for me
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| Say it’s easy to forget your calling
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| When you’re used to being tossed aside
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| But I can’t stand the thought of ever losing
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| Oh, that beauty I once promised never to let go
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| Running out of golden ink
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| Everything is make believe
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| Hanging from a world unseen
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| Everything is make believe
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| Make believe
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| Running out of golden ink
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| Everything is make believe
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| Hanging from a world unseen
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| Everything is make believe
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| Make believe, make believe, make believe
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| It’s all for me |