Isn? it nice that we can dream
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Of all the places we can't see
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Fly over oceans wide
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Do all the things we never tried
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And isn't it strange how you can go
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Back to a home you've never known
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It's like you were there before
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A place you've been searching for
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The new world waits inside your dream
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And your heart leads the way
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Isn't it nice to feel so free
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And love the way love's supposed to be
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Never with hurt or pain
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And never with something else to gain
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And isn't it strange it seems so clear
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That you have nothing here to fear
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But somehow the morning light
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Fades all the things you see at night
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The new world waits inside your dream
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And your heart knows the way
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But isn't it nice to let it go
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On to the life you'll someday know
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And let the real world fade away
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Once you're there
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You'll know that you're inside
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You can't turn back
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When you open your eyes
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The new world waits inside your dream
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And your heart knows the way
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But isn't it nice to let it go
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On to the life you'll someday know
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And let the real world fade away
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Isn't it nice to let it go
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On to the life your soul will know
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and let the real world fade away
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New World
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| Karla Bonoff |
