| In the world souls circle like a big round ball
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| When you’re born, you travel, when you’re gone, that’s all
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| 'Round and 'round you keep moving as you journey on
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| But there’s miles and miles and miles until you’re done
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| As a child, I wandered with my box of dreams
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| Storing hopes and wishes like a pack of seeds
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| But those seeds that I planted went into rocks
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| 'Cause a dream is just an idea in a box
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| All the best things happened
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| In the void between
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| What I thought I wanted
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| And me
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| So I follow life where it leads
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| And I don’t believe in dreams
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| I got swept up in wanting all my this and that’s
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| And the chase was daunting worse than hurting cuts
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| If you’re chasing that circle as you journey on
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| There are miles and miles and miles until you’re done
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| All the best things happened
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| In the void between
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| What I thought I wanted
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| And me
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| So I follow life where it leads
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| And I don’t believe in dreams
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| I follow life where it leads
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| And I don’t believe in dreams
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| I have wonderful things in my life
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| And I learned what I do is what life means |
| That is why I don’t believe in dreams |