| These streets in light of day
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| Seem like ordinary streets
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| Windows and doors and nothing more
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| As you pass by
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| But that’s not what they are
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| They’re paved with the bright stars
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| That burned long before me
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| Here on these streets of dreams
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| Where dreams can learn to fly
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| I’m not gravity bound
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| Here where imagination makes
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| And breaks the rules
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| Heroes and fools can come alive
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| Behind every curtain
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| The magic conversion
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| Will be waiting for me
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| Here on these streets of dreams
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| Where dreams can learn to fly
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| A white mask in the shadows
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| And a young girl in grief
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| Cats under the streets lamps
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| A barber, a scream to me
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| These streets show me the way
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| Even an ordinary girl
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| And bright her name
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| Maybe some day light up the sky
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| It’s no place for the faith heart
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| I want to play my part
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| And there memory seen
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| Here on these streets of dreams
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| Where dreams can learn to fly
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| They all fought but you won’t die
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| It sings where my heart lies
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| It’s where music begins
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| Here on these streets of dreams
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| Where dreams can learn to fly
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| We’ll fly my dreams and I |