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I dance on moonlight, With the shadows of the trees, Making my way over sidewalk cracks so My mother doesn't have to see a chiropractor, And I'm only seven but the world is a small place to me, I want to go to Mars. So sometimes I put a mixing bowl over my head, I pretend I'm an astronaut. I'm good at pretending, Just as good as I am at dancing, In the moonlight, Trying to convince the shadows of the trees, That they could be happy too.
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Jun 14, 2013
Jun 14, 2013 at 12:04 AM UTC
Dancing
I dance on moonlight, With the shadows of the trees, Making my way over sidewalk cracks so My mother doesn't have to see a chiropractor, And I'm only seven but the world is a small place to me, I want to go to Mars. So sometimes I put a mixing bowl over my head, I pretend I'm an astronaut. I'm good at pretending, Just as good as I am at dancing, In the moonlight, Trying to convince the shadows of the trees, That they could be happy too.
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Jun 14, 2013
Jun 14, 2013 at 12:04 AM UTC
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