It's the thin line between reality and fantasy. It's the thin line between sanity and madness. It's the crazy things that make us think, laugh and scream in the dark.
I want to dance
On the head of a pin
Dizzy spinning adrenaline
I want to fly
On angels wings
Melodies of the songs she sings
I want to sleep
Perchance to dream
Of strawberries and clotted cream
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