Once apon a time

Once apon a time

When there was a thing called bedtime

Children would be in their beds before midnight

Their parents would read them a fairytale

To drift us off to sleep

Parents wouldn't finish until we fall amongst in our dreams.

Alone in our heads for nine hours straight

Thinking of endless lifes we can have to be someone, some character

So soothing so great

When dusk arrives we seem to forget

When there was a thing called bedtime

But we would never regret.

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