"Dandelion, my you're flying high" Carrying my dreams all over the sky From your window on the wind you go Sometimes I wonder how much you know Every wish I sent with you has lost its way Every time it happens just the same "Wish I knew the reason for your kind of teasing games, so" "Dandelion, when my dreams have gone, can I go on?" I'm not sure that I believe in wishing wells Coins and fountains never was my style Though I know the ropes I've tried to keep my hopes high for "Dandelion, when my dreams are gone" "Can I go on, Dandelion? Can I go on, Dandelion?"
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