I was going home,
going mad on a bus,
talking rabbit,
out the window,
whispering that you were waiting.
In your arms,
I arrive,
chatty rabbits on my mind,
I know it’s a dream,
but I’m still diving in,
head first,
heart first,
into the fantasy.
I was going home,
going mad on a bus,
talking rabbit,
out the window,
whispering that you were waiting.
In your arms,
I arrive,
chatty rabbits on my mind,
I know it’s a dream,
but I’m still diving in,
head first,
heart first,
into the fantasy.
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