| Splashdown in the silver screen,
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| Into a deep dramatic scene,
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| I swim through the theatre,
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| Or maybe I’m just a dreamer!
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| Like a kite in the bright midday,
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| Wonder stole my breath away,
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| Shy sonata for Mercury,
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| The stars always sing so pretty.
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| This picnic will soon depart,
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| Real life, I’m sad to see you go,
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| I’ll miss you with all my heart,
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| But I’d rather be alone.
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| 'Cause I couldn’t live without,
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| The sunsets that dazzle in the dusk,
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| So I’ll drag the anchor up,
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| And rest assured, 'cause dreams don’t turn to dust!
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| Dreams don’t turn to dust.
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| I made for the countryside,
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| And my eyes never grew so wide,
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| Apple, raspberry, river blue,
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| I don’t wanna leave without you,
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| In the sound I’ll gladly drown,
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| Into the emerald underground,
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| And I rub my eyes 'cause it’s hard to see,
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| Surrounded by all this beauty.
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| This picnic will soon depart,
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| Real life, I’m sad to see you go,
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| I’ll miss you with all my heart,
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| But I’d rather be alone.
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| 'Cause I couldn’t live without,
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| The sunsets that dazzle in the dusk,
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| So I’ll drag the anchor up,
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| And rest assured, 'cause dreams don’t turn to dust!
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| When tiger eyes begin making you blush!
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| When diamonds boast that they can’t be crushed,
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| Let 'em go 'cause dreams don’t turn to dust!
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| This picnic will soon depart,
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| Real life, I’m sad to see you go,
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| I’ll miss you with all my heart,
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| But I’d rather be alone.
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| 'Cause I couldn’t live without,
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| The sunsets that dazzle in the dusk,
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| So I’ll drag the anchor up,
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| And rest assured, 'cause dreams don’t turn to dust!
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| Dreams don’t turn to dust!
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| Dreams don’t turn to dust!
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| Rest assured, 'cause dreams don’t turn to dust. |