Back In Kansas Dorothy
I found out that we have to grow up,
That the greatest fall of all is when I can't get enough,
When my eyes are blinded by this world making me corrupt,
When all that matters is me my life went to my heart or head instead,
Of just physically,
As the dreams die you feel comfort at home,
It's a place to set sight on your own.
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