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  • We spend our days gazing at the sky
    Thoughts dance through our heads for hours before we go to bed
    We stray far away from real life and don't know why.

    We let our hands glaze over fences and trees
    Our confined worlds have given us an electrifying desire to be free
    Innocent, we will always be.

    We are the dreamers the ones that get let down
    We put our hearts and souls into everthing
    Hoping one day that whimsical soul that gets us will come around.

    We'll never fit in, never feel at home.
    We're desperate for company, though we're always alone
    Dreamers we'll always be near and away
    Dreaming we'll find our place in the world one day.
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