I takes me so long to understand sometimes
Why it's so hard to understand, sometimes
It takes me two or three times sometimes
To try to get it right sometimes
I've got some coins in my pocket
It's gotten so complicated now
What does it mean to be free
That's what your world is made of
And when I took a good look around I see
My thoughts are coming back to me
We are in charge of our own dreams
We have more power than it seems
Come on now show me who you're lovin'
Then show me just who you hate
Then I can show you all your angels yeah
That guard your heaven's gate
That's what your world is made of
That's what your world is made of
That's what your world is made of
That's what your world is made of
Everything everything you feel
That's what your world is made of
That's what, that's what your world is made of
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