| Isn’t it nice to be someone
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| Someone you’ve dreamed that you are
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| Isn’t it such a nice feeling
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| The feeling you’ve wished upon a star
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| You have slipped down a rainbow
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| Discovered your own pot of gold
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| You are living your wildest dream
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| Use them you’ll never grow old
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| Just like Cinderella
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| But your clock will never strike twelve
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| You have something to envy
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| That everyone wants for themselves
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| You have slipped down a rainbow
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| Discovered your own pot of gold
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| Chasing moonbeams and catching the wind
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| And living stories you’ve been told
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| You have slipped down a rainbow
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| Discovered your own pot of gold
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| You are living your wildest dream
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| Use them you’ll never grow old
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| Isn’t it nice to be somewhere
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| In places you’ve dreamed that you’ve seen
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| Isn’t it such a nice feeling
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| Being where you’ve never been
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| Isn’t it nice to be someone
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| Someone you’ve dreamed that you are
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| Isn’t it such a nice feeling
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| The feeling you’ve wished upon a star |