I know everything about you, but you don't know me.
You don't know what I'm trying to do, if you could only see.
Wasted dreams are what you're all about; wishing, wishing you.
Look closely around, and you will find something new.
There ain't no way I'm ever gonna give up, nothing's gonna stand in my way.
There ain't no way I'm ever gonna give up, I know I've got something to say.
What is it about you, that makes me feel so high?
Could it be that what you are, could make anyone cry?
Let me into your world, I promise not to tell.
I'll meet you tomorrow, by the wishing well.
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