I could build a mansion that is higher than the trees, I could have all the gifts I want and never ask please. I could fly to Paris, it's at my beck and call, Why do I live my life alone with nothing at all? But when I dream, I dream of you. Maybe someday you will come true. I can be the singer or the clown in any room, I can call up someone to take me to the moon, I can put my makeup on and drive the men insane, I can go to bed alone and never know his name. But when I dream, I dream of you. Maybe someday you will come true. But when I dream, I dream of you. Maybe someday you will come true.
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