| I see it all around us
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| In every single color
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| And every dimension
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| Crowns the reinvention
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| And if it is black, then it’s white
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| And when it is dark, then it’s light
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| So fill in all the spaces
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| With imaginary places
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| It’s so frustrating when no one else sees everything you see
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| So for now it is just an illusion, confusion
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| Unless you’re someone who believes
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| When you look tell me what do you see?
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| Just a dog in a park
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| Is it real? |
| Is it fiction?
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| Only make believe?
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| You act like you really don’t care
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| Look with your eyes
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| But look with your eyes
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| He’s a great Russian bear
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| And he’s dancing and prancing
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| And bowing politely
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| He plays to full houses
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| Once daily, twice nightly
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| Prefix «ordinary» with «extra»
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| You’ll see, believe, believe, believe
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| I don’t need rose-tinted spectacles
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| Just to see the fundamentals
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| A dog, a rock, a bench, a bone
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| A twig, a stick, a can, a stone
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| I only see the bright lights
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| A cloudy sky
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| The sunset and the sunrise
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| Don’t lie
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| And if it is weak
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| Then it’s strong
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| It’s not strong
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| And just when it’s right
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| Then it’s wrong
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| It’s not wrong
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| And everything my eyes see
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| And everything my eyes see
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| It’s nothing like it should be
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| Is only like it should be
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| It’s so frustrating when no one else sees everything you see
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| So, for now it is just an illusion, confusion
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| Unless you’re someone who believes
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| When you look tell me what do you see?
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| You can believe
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| Is it real? |
| Is it fiction, only make believe?
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| You may think we’re safe on the path
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| You must believe
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| But the grass is the water that’s rising too fast
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| And now Kensington Park is the biggest lagoon
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| And this bench is a rock
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| And we’re all marooned here
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| Hear the mermaids sing their beautiful song
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| When you look tell me what do you see
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| You can believe
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| Is it real or a mystery scientifically?
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| It’s more than a bench in a park
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| You must believe
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| Look again, it’s a rocket that’s headed for Mars
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| On a mission to search for new life
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| When we’ll be back, who knows
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| 'Cause it’s really a long flight
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| Turn the whole world upside-down
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| And you’ll see, believe, believe, believe
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| Just imagination
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| And creative speculation
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| Our life’s calling
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| Was never meant to be boring
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| No!
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| Believe, believe
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| Believe, believe
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| Believe, believe
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| Believe, believe
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| Believe, believe
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| Believe, believe
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| Believe, believe
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| Believe! |