we were never meant for this
things go wrong that cannot be fixed
and if i concentrate it may all go away
but i'm way out in space
i'm a daydreamer
you want to make me ok again
well i'm just fine
i'll even let you hold my hand
because i'm that kind of guy
but this sensitive side is not a hobbie
it's not planned
i breathe in the interest of poetry
it's just who i am
i'm a daydreamer
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