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Sugar
Suger, butter, flour
Sometimes I still see her
My mother, the dreamer
She'd say: Nothing's impossible, child
Her dream, it's believing
To taste like the real things
Like some stranger you recognize
(So pure)
So pure, so eletric
(So sure)
So sure, so connected
To those little belivers inside
May we all be
So lucky
But dreams are?
The kind we've gotten used to
Is nothing I can feel
(Nothing I can hold)
Nothing I can have
Nothing that I know
Dreams come and they go
But hold them and keep them
(But hold them and keep them)
And know that you need them
(And know that you need them)
When you're breaking points
All that you have are
Dream is a soft place to land
May we all be so lucky
Sugar, butter, flour
