Another world

Everyday is a day of work.
Everyday I'v got to be right.
But I hang on till the evening,
When I can dream the hole night.

Because then I'm in another world.
Then I'm at another place.
Then you'll see my other side,
with my other face.

Everytime when I go to that place,
it's like a story with me in the middle.
It's nice, I want to stay.
No more being little.

But then I wake up.
And I look around.
I know I'm back home.
I want to go back to the world I found!

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