Half my life is over, passed just like a tear in the eye, I did all I could, sometimes, though, you're good and sometimes you're just bad, and all you can do is dream a little dream, and baby, I dreamed, so don't judge the book by its tattered cover. I dreamed a little dream, and now, all my life has come true.
Dream a little dream, hold on tight, cause sometimes it is all that will get you through, just dream a little dream.
Now I stand at the door, I just don't know what to do, but I know there is no telling what the future holds for me, it may have taken me half my life to get here, but I ain't ready to quit, so here I go, dreaming my little dream.
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