How strange we cry
Whenever the truth comes by
We'd rather believe in a lie.
Blue sky, white sand
Time running through my hands
Still hoping to find your summer land.
This is a dream, only a dream
This is a dream.
Old songs, bright lights
Someone to hold you tight
Never forget day and night.
This is a dream, only a dream
This is a dream.
We can't make the dream come true
We can rest awhile and contemplate the view.
This is a dream, only a dream
This is a dream.
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