Sometimes I wish that I lived in my dreams,
But then I remamber those terrible things,
Like the creepy old bell,
That endlessly rings,
Sometimes I wish that I lived in my dreams,
But then I remamber those terrible things,
Like the pale little girl,
That endlessly sings,
One night I prayed and I endlessly hoped,
To relive my dreams that were good as a pope,
My prayeres had been heard, but heard very wrong,
And now i'm stuck with a girl singing her song,
So i'll warn you, and warn you, and warn you again,
Dont ever wish that you lived in your dreams!!!!! :(
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