| Just had another change of plan, just choose another path again, | |
| Run free with the wind that changes shapes around the people who stand still. | |
| Don’t ever want to be blockaded in, no prisons on my continent. | |
| No one I feel inclined to love so I’ll go lighten on my own. | |
| Now I see its another make or break; a little strength, a little leap of faith | |
| Jump over rules that swim beneath and keep predictions in their place. | |
| Don’t care what the elders have to say, their rules don’t bend so they just break, | |
| No thanks to them that it seems | |
| These young dreams are all we breathe. | |
| How many years before my grave, how many chances of escape? | |
| How many questions can I ask to keep myself from being brave! | |
| When deeds are measured in their act, when thoughts are welcomes not attached | |
| When one man’s dream becomes the truth and his opinion shapes the fact. | |
| And so it seems that life goes on, till you wake to find it’s gone | |
| Within the passing of a day, summer suns that blend away… | |
| And so I’ll see you in the crowd of all the people who found out | |
| That our fear’s just of the doubt | |
| These young dreams are all we breathe. | |
| Calling me calling me, I see places left to find | |
| Calling me calling me, I see paths yet to align | |
| Calling me calling me, I see spaces in my life | |
| I see somewhere, some place, some times… | |
| These young dreams are all we breathe. |
| Just had another change of plan, just choose another path again, | |
| Run free with the wind that changes shapes around the people who stand still. | |
| Don' t ever want to be blockaded in, no prisons on my continent. | |
| No one I feel inclined to love so I' ll go lighten on my own. | |
| Now I see its another make or break a little strength, a little leap of faith | |
| Jump over rules that swim beneath and keep predictions in their place. | |
| Don' t care what the elders have to say, their rules don' t bend so they just break, | |
| No thanks to them that it seems | |
| These young dreams are all we breathe. | |
| How many years before my grave, how many chances of escape? | |
| How many questions can I ask to keep myself from being brave! | |
| When deeds are measured in their act, when thoughts are welcomes not attached | |
| When one man' s dream becomes the truth and his opinion shapes the fact. | |
| And so it seems that life goes on, till you wake to find it' s gone | |
| Within the passing of a day, summer suns that blend away | |
| And so I' ll see you in the crowd of all the people who found out | |
| That our fear' s just of the doubt | |
| These young dreams are all we breathe. | |
| Calling me calling me, I see places left to find | |
| Calling me calling me, I see paths yet to align | |
| Calling me calling me, I see spaces in my life | |
| I see somewhere, some place, some times | |
| These young dreams are all we breathe. |
| Just had another change of plan, just choose another path again, | |
| Run free with the wind that changes shapes around the people who stand still. | |
| Don' t ever want to be blockaded in, no prisons on my continent. | |
| No one I feel inclined to love so I' ll go lighten on my own. | |
| Now I see its another make or break a little strength, a little leap of faith | |
| Jump over rules that swim beneath and keep predictions in their place. | |
| Don' t care what the elders have to say, their rules don' t bend so they just break, | |
| No thanks to them that it seems | |
| These young dreams are all we breathe. | |
| How many years before my grave, how many chances of escape? | |
| How many questions can I ask to keep myself from being brave! | |
| When deeds are measured in their act, when thoughts are welcomes not attached | |
| When one man' s dream becomes the truth and his opinion shapes the fact. | |
| And so it seems that life goes on, till you wake to find it' s gone | |
| Within the passing of a day, summer suns that blend away | |
| And so I' ll see you in the crowd of all the people who found out | |
| That our fear' s just of the doubt | |
| These young dreams are all we breathe. | |
| Calling me calling me, I see places left to find | |
| Calling me calling me, I see paths yet to align | |
| Calling me calling me, I see spaces in my life | |
| I see somewhere, some place, some times | |
| These young dreams are all we breathe. |
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