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Flying over orange groves like when we were kids Hundreds of eager nights spent dreaming about this I don't care if it's synthetic Its impression was beyond belief Our lenses fogged up with pixie dust Concentrating on the magic and look what happens When you do Fascinated by the fast but missing all the action In front of you Chasing dalmatians down the crowded avenue I'm impatient and confused Why the hell am I standing in a single-file line Let me loose cause I refuse to accept that's all to life Concentrating on the magic and look what happens When you do Fascinated by the fast but missing all the action In front of you Tiny moments Fleeting, meaning everything I'm just older Gleaming through ceilings we broke through Concentrating on the magic and look what happens When you do Fascinated by the fast but missing all the action In front of you