| We’re living in the land of make-believe
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| And trying not to let it show
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| Maybe in that land of make-believe
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| Heartaches can turn into joy.
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| We’re breathing in the smoke of high and low
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| We’re taking up a lot of room
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| Somewhere in the dark and silent night
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| Our prayer will be heard, make it soon.
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| So fly little bird
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| Up into the clear blue sky
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| And carry the word
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| Love’s the only reason why, why.
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| OPen up the shutters on your windows
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| Unlock all the locks upon your doors
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| Brush away the cobwebs from your day-dreams
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| No secrets come between us any more
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| Oh say it’s true
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| Only love will see you through
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| You know what love can do to you.
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| We’re living in a land of make-believe
|
| And trying not to let it show
|
| Maybe in that land of make-believe
|
| Heartaches can turn into joy.
|
| We’re breathing in the smoke of high and low
|
| We’re taking up a lot of room
|
| Somewhere in the dark and lonely night
|
| Our prayer will be heard, make it soon.
|
| So fly little bird
|
| Up into the clear blue sky
|
| And carry the word
|
| Love’s the only reason why, why.
|
| Open up the shutters on your windows
|
| Unlock all the locks upon your doors
|
| Brush away the cobwebs from your day-dreams
|
| No secrets come between us any more
|
| Oh say it’s true
|
| Only love will see you through
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| You know what love can do to you. |