Don't want my feet to hit the ground
Is it real or is it pretend
No turning back now
There's a hallway I'm lost in
Not a door to open
Not a road to drive on
I'm running still
Hold my hand
I'm upside down
I'm falling apart
I'm put together
I'm sitting at the table
There's no turning back now
Hold my hand
I'm lost
I'm found
I'll survive
I hope your the door
I climb in
I hope your the bread
makes me small
And down we go
To chase our dreams
I found my self in wonderland
Don't want my feet to hit the ground
Come with me
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