Sara Bareilles – Soft Place to Land

Sugar, butter, flour
Sometimes I still see her
My mother the dreamer
She’d say, “Nothing’s impossible child”

A dream needs believing
To taste like the real thing
Like some stranger you recognize

So pure, so electric
So sure, so connected
To those little believers inside
May we all be so lucky

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