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I could build the mansion that is higher than the trees I could have all the gifts I want and never ask please
I could fly to Paris It’s at my beck and call Why do I live my life alone with nothing at all
But when I dream, I dream of you Maybe someday you will come true when I dream, I dream of you Maybe someday you will come true
I can be the singer or the clown in any role I can call up someone to take me to the moon
I can put my makeup on and drive the man insane I can go to bed alone and never know his name
But when I dream, I dream of you Maybe someday you will come true when I dream, I dream of you Maybe someday you will come true
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