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These good old dreams
Carpenters
As a child I was known for makes-believing
All alone I created fantasies
As I grew people called it self deceiving
But my heart helped me hold the memories
As I walk through the world I find around me
Something new yet familiar's in the air
I feel it everywhere
Like a child's eyes on a Christmas night
I'm looking at you now finding answers to my prayers
It's a new day for those good old dreams
One by one it seems they're coming true
Here's the morning that my heart had seen
Here's the morning that just had to come through
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