Dreamers,
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You keep forgetting,
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You keep on letting
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You dreams be tied down.
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Dreamers,
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Youʼve stopped believing
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And you keep deceiving
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Yourself ʻcause you donʼt dare.
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Everyone is waiting on that feeling,
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Waiting to become believers
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Without thinking with their hearts.
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Everyone is waiting for that feeling,
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Waiting to become believers,
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Without thinking with their hearts.
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A dream is
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A fragment of the
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Desire to love what
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Is beautiful.
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A dream is
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The will to design
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The blueprints of your mind
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Make ʼem come alive.
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But everyone is waiting for that feeling,
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Waiting to become believers,
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Without thinking with their hearts.
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Everyone is waiting on that feeling,
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Donʼt recognize what they believe in,
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Donʼt you feel that itʼs our feelings
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That have tied us to each other.
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Itʼs the reason why we bother
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Dream romantic like the lovers,
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Do things that we never thought of doing, never thought of doing.
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Dreamers, we keep believing,
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We keep on seeing, what isn¡¯t there.
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When we ask a question with no answer,
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Then we have to take out chances
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And we¡¯re starting to believe in make-believe.
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Not everyone is waiting on that feeling,
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Waiting to become believers
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Without thinking with their hearts.
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Dreamers
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| The Blue Van |
