| Hey, there dreamer, in your skyboat
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| Riding off in, cotton clouds
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| Making wishes, at the fountain
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| You’re a loser, down and down
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| Moving on from high to high
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| The world you’re passing by
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| You sail the sea of light
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| Thinking everything is right
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| Feeling so free, fancy and free
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| Chasing colours passing by
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| You pull them from the sky
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| Just hold them in your hand
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| And let them fall like sand
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| Rainbows they fall, up to the sky
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| To the sky
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| Hey, there dreamer, take it easy
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| Mind your head now, the sky is low
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| Your adventures, have to end soon
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| So get ready, down you go
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| Can your mind withstand the pace
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| Revolving round in space
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| You build your castle high
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| A closing of the eye
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| Then you are gone, sanity born
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| And your walls are walls of sound
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| Which tumble to the ground
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| And then you’ll have to face
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| Acceptance with a race
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| Never to fly, up to the sky
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| To the sky
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| Chasing colours, passing by
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| You pull them from the sky
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| Just hold them in your hand
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| And let them fall like sand
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| Rainbows they fall, up to the sky
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| To the sky |