Another sweet dream stolen from me
the morning bare no sympathy
Each day i awake the same
Not eager at all to play this game
A happy face I'm told to wear
I brush my teeth and comb my hair
Longing to return to my paradise
For Even just one last hour would be safice
Nov 15, 2014
Nov 15, 2014 at 10:01 AM UTC
Another sweet dream stolen from me
the morning bare no sympathy
Each day i awake the same
Not eager at all to play this game
A happy face I'm told to wear
I brush my teeth and comb my hair
Longing to return to my paradise
For Even just one last hour would be safice
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