| I’m the kid who ran away with the circus
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| Now I’m watering elephants
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| But I sometimes lie awake in the sawdust
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| Dreaming I’m in a suit of light
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| Late at night in the empty big top I’m
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| All alone on the high wire
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| Look, he’s working without a net this time
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| He’s a real death-defier
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| I’m the kid who always looked out the window
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| Failing test in geography
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| But I’ve seen things far beyond just the schoolyard
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| Distant shores of exotic lands
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| There, the spires of the Turkish Empire
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| It’s six months since we made landfall
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| Riding low with the spice of India
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| Through Gibraltar, we’re rich men all
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| I’m the kid who thought someday we’d be lovers
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| Always held out that time would tell
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| But time was talking, I guess I just wasn’t listening
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| No surprise if you know me well
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| And as we’re walking toward the train station
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| There’s a whispering rainfall
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| 'Cross the boulevard you slip your hand in mine
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| In the distance the train calls
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| I’m the kid who has this habit of dreaming
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| Sometimes gets me in trouble too
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| But the truth is I could no more stop dreaming
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| Than I could make them all come true |