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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