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Reality Isn't
Reality isn't
What I want it to be Reality isn't What I need it to be I need my momma My daddy's in jail Granma's with fever And Little Peter ain't there Without my ties To hold me down Reality starts to seem Dull and Lifeless I loosen my tethers Let the wind blow me away Up and up, up and away Where dreams don't reach me I'm in my bed Fast asleep Where no one can touch me And there I'll stay And my eyes flutter open Flutter shut I don't think I'm going to come back |
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