Dreams

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Why can't the world be more like in my dreams
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It would be full of all my favourite things

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The sun shining in the sky
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And suddenly I can fly
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I'm a little bird up high
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In 'V' formation with my favourite guys
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I'm a Amelia Earhart
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My plane has a broken wing
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My fella's are my propellors
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And my cookies start to sing

C                 Em7                   F (G)
Why can't the world be more like in her dreams
''I agree''

I won't tell my secrets to foreign spys
And then rescued by my two favourite guys
I'm instantly pregnant and I can't explain
And when the pop out they're like Bret and Jemaine
I'm walking to school, folks are staring at me
Then I look down I'm completely naked

What if the world was more like in my dreams

I wake up early in the morning
Go to school and do a test
Then all my teeth fall out
And I'm falling to my death