Stands and gears, oh how the daisies bloom
When chandeliers light up the engine room
Can you feel the drops as it starts to rain
There is a large wheel under water
I found the missing link in this chain of islands
Home will always be here, unseen, outta sight
When I disappear and hide
I think the things that I dream goodbye
I will I stretch my wings and fly
Home is a wagon and it is out of reach
Hidden under a parasol
Home will always be here, unseen, outta sight
When I disappear and hide
I think the things that I dream goodbye
I will I stretch my wings and fly
I spread my wings and fly
Home is a wagon and it is out of reach
Hidden under a parasol
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