| Sugar
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| Sugar, butter, flour
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| Sometimes I still see her
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| My mother, the dreamer
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| She’d say, «Nothing's impossible, child»
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| A dream needs believing
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| To taste like the real thing
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| Like some stranger you recognize
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| [BECKY & DAWN,
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| JENNA
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| So pure
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| So pure, so electric
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| So electric
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| So sure
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| So sure, so connected
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| So connected
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| To those little believers inside
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| May we all be so lucky
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| But dreams are elusive
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| The kind we’ve gotten used to is
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| [JENNA,
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| DAWN
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| BECKY
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| Nothing I can feel
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| Nothing I can hold
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| Nothing I can have
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| Nothing that I know
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| Dreams come and they go
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| [JENNA,
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| BECKY & DAWN
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| But hold them and keep them
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| But hold them and keep them
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| And know that you need them
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| And know that you need them
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| When your breaking point’s all that
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| You have
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| A dream is a soft place to land
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| May we all be so lucky
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| Sugar, butter, flour |