one of, at least...
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How many special people change? How many lives are living strange?
Slowly walking down the hall
Faster than a cannonball
Where were you while we were getting high?
Someday you will find me
Caught beneath the landslide In a champagne supernova in the sky
Wake up the dawn and ask her why
A dreamer dreams, she never dies
Wipe that tear away now from your eye
Beacause we don't believe
That they're gonna get away from the summer
But you and I will never die
The world's still spinning around we don't know why, why, why
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