(clarke / sylvester)

Isn't it nice to be someone

Someone you've dreamed that you are

Isn't it such a nice feeling

The feeling you've wished upon a star



You have slipped down a rainbow

Discovered your own pot of gold

You are living your wildest dream

Use them you'll never grow old



Just like cinderella

But your clock will never strike twelve

You have something to envy

That everyone wants for themselves



You have slipped down a rainbow

Discovered your own pot of gold

Chasing moonbeams and catching the wind

And living stories you've been told



Verse 2



Isn't it nice to be somewhere

In places you've dreamed that you've seen

Isn't it such a nice feeling

Being where you've never been



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