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Lyrics:
You sit, with the man Throw it all away And you dream, of the birds That have flown away
And you hope that you won't see it fall Again And you'll sing day by day Old joy, comes back to me You'll sing day by day Old joy, comes back to me
You say this, is the line Of the influence, of dreams Tall buildings and a wife Won't be enough for me
There is more in the world to be found Than dreams
And you'll sing day by day Old joy, comes back to me You'll sing day by day Old joy, comes back to me
Forget the things that get away Forget the things that get away Don't dream of yesterday Don't dream of yesterday
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