They can ask me what I'll be tomorrow
But who am I, I don't know even now
When I was younger i thought it was easy
But now I see life if not what it seems

I need my mirrors for fairy tales
To save me from this world
To get me out
To get me out

I need my wizards and flying horse
To use the magic and spell there is
To get me out
To get me out

I hold on dreams like anyone else
It's only nightmares coming on all the time
When I was younger i thought it was easy
But now I see life is not what it seems

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