| A little boy slips through the door, full of hope into a bright morning
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| With he’s heart full of joy, and he’s legs want to run
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| He shouts what a perfect day, this is my funland, my dreamland
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| My land of opportunities, a chance to do what i want
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| What i can’t do in the real world
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| Growing up is hard, staying little is easier
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| Like peter pan i’m flying over houses
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| Over trees and hills, barren land and golden fields
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| Everyone loves to believe in, wondrous stories
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| And fairytales of other worlds
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| I wonder, are there rollercoasters in heaven
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| Or do i follow the yellow brick road
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| I could see a familiar face, and he said
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| The game has just begun
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| A merry-go-round that never stops
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| Popcorn hills and candy floss clouds
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| A hysterically laughing fool, juggling with toffee apples
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| But where are the clowns?
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| Maybe it is your dark side
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| Who pays a little visit
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| Loud voices echoes in your head
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| There’s a sea of sweat in your bed
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| Snakes pouring down your walls
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| Your hand looks like dried wood
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| In the dreamland, he waves his magic wand
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| In the dreamland, the man with not so golden sand
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| Suddenly you wake up with a scream
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| It is yet another suspicious dream
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| In the dreamland, he waves his magic wand
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| In my dreamland, the man with not so golden sand
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| Suddenly you turn around and the whole scene has changed
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| The dreams are much comfortable and warmer now
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| What’s going on in my head, is this fiction or truth
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| Or is it the gate to the fountain of youth
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| Dreamland |