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Make-believe becomes make do
Make-believe becomes make do

Fast asleep beneath the roof
I don't have to face the truth
Lightheaded and starry-eyed
Somewhere else deep inside

I'm blowing bubbles on the moon
Two hundred, forty thousand miles from my room
Ideas are weightless, and my imagination's spacious
Dreams are wasted on our youth
When make-believe becomes make do

Gravity keeps me around
Serious matters on the ground
Lighthearted and bright-eyed
I picture myself in my mind

I'm blowing bubbles on the moon
Two hundred, forty thousand miles from my room
Ideas are weightless, and my imagination's spacious
Dreams are wasted on our youth
When make-believe becomes make do

Sometimes I feel justified
But maybe I'm living a lie

I'm blowing bubbles on the moon
Two hundred, forty thousand miles from my room
Ideas are weightless, and my imagination's spacious
Dreams are wasted on our youth
When make-believe becomes make do
Make-believe becomes make do
Ideas are wasted on our youth
Two hundred, forty-thousand miles, miles, miles
I'm blowing bubbles on the moon

Make-believe becomes make do
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Make-believe becomes make do
Make-believe becomes make do

Fast asleep beneath the roof
I don't have to face the truth
Lightheaded and starry-eyed
Somewhere else deep inside

I'm blowing bubbles on the moon
Two hundred, forty thousand miles from my room
Ideas are weightless, and my imagination's spacious
Dreams are wasted on our youth
When make-believe becomes make do

Gravity keeps me around
Serious matters on the ground
Lighthearted and bright-eyed
I picture myself in my mind

I'm blowing bubbles on the moon
Two hundred, forty thousand miles from my room
Ideas are weightless, and my imagination's spacious
Dreams are wasted on our youth
When make-believe becomes make do

Sometimes I feel justified
But maybe I'm living a lie

I'm blowing bubbles on the moon
Two hundred, forty thousand miles from my room
Ideas are weightless, and my imagination's spacious
Dreams are wasted on our youth
When make-believe becomes make do
Make-believe becomes make do
Ideas are wasted on our youth
Two hundred, forty-thousand miles, miles, miles
I'm blowing bubbles on the moon

Make-believe becomes make do
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Writer: ALEXANDER EMERSON KOMAN
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