| Build your dream castle out of sand
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| It’s bound to get washed up anyway
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| Dream your dreams out of last week
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| They’re bound to have come up yesterday
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| If you want to give them flowers
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| Make them paper ones you send
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| Live your life a jigsaw
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| It goes back in the box, in the end
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| Build your dream heart from plasticine
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| 'Cause you’re putty in their hands
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| Mould your ambition in concrete
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| Cause you’ll only land in quicksand
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| Carve your dough from play-dough
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| 'Cause they’ll roll you into a ball
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| Make your friends from Lego
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| Cause Lego makes a wall
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| 'Cause when you build big houses
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| The paintings get stolen
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| The devil says he’s silver
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| When you know that he is golden
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| When papier mache heads make more sense than the sun
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| Giving teacher apples could be fun or dumb
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| Build your planes from Airfix
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| 'Cause you’ll only lose the war
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| Write your love letters on rice paper
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| At least you’ll feed the poor
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| Build your dream castle out of sand
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| It’s bound to get washed up anyway
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| Dream your dreams out of last week
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| They’re bound to have come up yesterday |