| Well, it’s got nothing to do with anything that is real
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| You just believe in it and it’s true
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| You can sooth like an angel or sigh like a saint
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| You can dream it and see it through
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| You will live to see a sea of lights
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| Sparkling on the face of a pearl
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| Climb your own peak, find a new streak
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| Get yourself along to the world
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| Party, party
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| Now you’ve been building for yourself a cool place in the sand
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| You’re thinking that it’s mighty fine
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| You’ve got dust in your eyeballs, you got mud in your mouth
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| But it’s your head, it ain’t mine
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| I’ve got a madman of my own to contend with
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| Cursing in the cave of my skull
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| Turn the other cheek, find a new streak
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| Get yourself along to the world
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| Party, party
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| Well, I heard a rumor of a golden age
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| Somewhere back along the line
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| Maybe I dreamed it in a whisper or heard it in a spell
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| It was something to do with the sign of the times
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| And the only thing that I remember
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| Is a summer like a pretty girl
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| Who shimmers and shines, moving in time
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| Shaking to the beat of the heart of the world
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| Party, party
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| Party, party, party
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| Party, party, party
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| Party, party
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| Say, into the beat of Lord |