| The scene all around us
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| In every single colour
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| In every dimension
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| Crowns of reinvention
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| And if it’s black then it’s white
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| And when it is dark, then it’s light
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| So filling all the spaces
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| With imaginary places
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| It’s so frustrating when no one else sees
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| 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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| Is it real, is it fiction? |
| Only make believe
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| And they think it’s just a park bench
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| Look with your eyes, it’s a big circus tent
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| Full of dancers and clowns
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| It’s all people, just right
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| Play the full house, it’s daily, twice nightly
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| We fix ordinary with extra, you see?
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| Believe, believe, believe
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| I don’t need rose tented spectacles
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| Just to see the fundamentals
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| Only see the bright lights
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| The sunset and the sunrise
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| And if it is weak then it’s strong
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| And just when it’s right then it’s wrong
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| And everything I see
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| Is nothing like it should be
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| And yes it’s all frustrating when no one else sees
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| 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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| Is it real or a mystery, scientifically?
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| It’s more than just a bench in a park
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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 the life
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| When it’ll be back, who knows? |
| Cause it’s really a long flight
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| Turn the whole world upside down and you’ll see
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| Believe, believe, believe
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| Just imagination
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| And creative speculation
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| Our lives' calling
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| Was never meant to be boring
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| Believe, believe, believe, believe
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| Believe, believe, believe, believe
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| Believe, believe, believe, believe
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| Believe, believe, believe, believe |