(Heaton/Rotheray)
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Build your dream castle out of sand
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It's bound to get washed up anyway
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Dream your dreams out of last week
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They're bound to have come up yesterday
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If you want to give them flowers
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Make them paper ones you send
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Live your life a jigsaw
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It goes back in the box, in the end
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Build your dream heart from plasticine
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'Cause you're putty in their hands
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Mould your ambition in concrete
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'Cause you'll only land in quicksand
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Carve your dough from play-dough
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'Cause they'll roll you into a ball
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Make your friends from Lego
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'Cause Lego makes a wall
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'Cause when you build big houses
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The paintings get stolen
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The devil says he's silver
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When you know that he is golden
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When papier m?h■heads make more sense
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than the sun
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Giving teacher apples could be fun or dumb
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Build your planes from Airfix
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'Cause you'll only lose the war
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Write your love letters on rice paper
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At least you'll feed the poor
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Build your dream castle out of sand
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It's bound to get washed up anyway
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Dream your dreams out of last week
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They're bound to have come up yesterday
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Foundations
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| The Beautiful South |
