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Mar 2010
I want to learn to whistle
With ******* in my mouth
But your pink lamp is on
And we’re not outside
And you’re not moving from your bed.

So I’ll go in my head
Again

With dinosaurs and racing cars
And princesses and shooting stars
And alphabets in Pharaoh’s time
When I grow up you’ll be just fine
‘Cause I’ll be a doctor
I’ll find a cure

Then you can come with me.
And we’ll go outside.

The green grass is waiting
For you to smile again
And the dinosaur will be there
To take you for a ride or be a friend

‘Cause it’s hard without you.

Sometimes cars can go too fast.

But that’s okay ‘cause it’s just in my head.
I’m right here and
You’re not dead.
Written by
Lily Pandera
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