| There’s a boy who looks down at his feet
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| Craving to reach the stars
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| Their shine, his hope that anything
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| Anyone can make their mark
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| Their light, his hope, that anything can make it’s mark
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| Their light, gives hope, that anyone can make their mark
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| Kid, don’t you want to fly to another world?
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| Don’t forget that nothing is unreachable
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| And up above lies inspiration
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| Kid, it’s time to stumble on your open door
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| The looking glass gives sight into the past
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| This light has aged along its way
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| Who knows what’s in store or how long it will last?
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| So come what may, so come what may
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| So take a pen to the paper that is your universe
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| And make your mark, so let’s rehearse:
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| Anyone can feel small when looking up towards the sky
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| But anyone can change this world all you have to do is try
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| Kid, don’t you want to fly to another world?
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| Don’t forget that nothing is unreachable
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| And up above lies inspiration
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| Kid, it’s time to stumble on your open door
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| The time is now, no hesitation
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| You got a chance to change the world
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| And all you need is inspiration
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| So wake up and let your name be heard
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| Kid, don’t you want to fly to another world?
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| Don’t forget that nothing is unreachable
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| (Anyone can feel small, when gazing at the stars)
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| And up above lies inspiration
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| Kid, it’s time to stumble on your open door |