| Dreamers |
| It's the crazy people and the dreamers That make the world go 'round. Where would we be with out the fire That the authors had written down? The color of the cloth, The taste of the fruit. They painted a picture So honest and true. What I woulden't give To live among and in these books of mine. To have the lives they have, To have the abilities they own. I'm here in the real world. Where things are real, Where I am real. Where my abilites are real. And no one will ever take them away. |
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