I guess I never gave a damn. About fairy tails and neverland.
Day by day, carrying the stone. Living live in monochrome.
Yesterday, our minds were young and free. Merlin made his cups of tea.
Then Alice and her rabbit took my hand and led me down to Wonderland.
When days were psychedelic, our lives are just a relic... of how we used to it... in the day.
The nights were technicolor, the days spent undercover.
I know we'll meet each other someday soon.
Doesn't seem so long ago we had a lot more hair to grow...indefinitly!
Now today, I'm feeling hurt, tightly buttoned in my shirt. Insanity, Come rescue me!
Now time moves supersonic. I'd rather feel "groove phonic"
I find it so ironic, don't ya dear?
When days were psychedelic, my life is just a relic...of how I used to live it in the day.
I'll lead so you must follow me down to old Harp Hallow
Forget about tomorrow. See ya soon!
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