Sometimes
When I’m lonely
I go to the edge of my mind
And visit Dreamland
The sun is always shining
The grass is always green
No one ever dies
No one is labeled
It’s nice in my Dreamland
I wish it were real
So I could stay there
Outside of my mind
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