I'm in a bright, bright world
Accompanied by small, damp people
The paint is chipping in most places
I'm comfortable, for the most part
The children here
They love climbing trees
Telling stories about ghosts
I think you would love it here
Lamp shade dreams
Purple vines
Sixty seven flavors
Try me, you'll see
You would never need a helment
As long as I'm around
Think of it as a puzzle
With easy pieces to figure out
But, a nice picture in the end
You know what I mean?
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