| Take a look around you and, if seeing is believing
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| Then everything is never what it seems
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| You’d be better off believing in your dreams
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| What’s real, who knows, no one can say
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| Don’t hurry, stop and catch your breath
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| As you stumble on the stones along the way
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| And you move a little closer every day
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| Till at last you’ll find you stand on firmer ground
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| And from a distance, you will find
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| It’s all a product of your mind
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| The world is made of your imagining
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| And when you’re reaching for the moon
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| You realize that all too soon
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| Illusion falls away, your vision crumbles into dust
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| Follow the meanderings of your imagination
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| To find the truth of what you have become
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| You’re the living proof of all that you have done
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| What’s real, who knows, no one can say
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| Take a look around you and, if seeing is believing
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| Then everything is never what it seems
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| You’d be better off believing in your dreams
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| What’s real, who knows, no one can say |