I remember Sundays afternoon time
When the world was something large and strange
I need a small town
Don't know where to live now
I need emotion
I need a caravan
Hate a Mercedes-Benz
I don't rap a stack in rubber bands
Never second guessing who I am
Lost boy, Peter Pan
Wait in the line at the summer jam
Getting used to all the screaming fans
Backstage is where I truly am
All these spirits in the devil hands
All these spirits in the devil hands (Yeah)
I remember Sundays afternoon time
When the world was something large and strange
I remember some days after school time
Chasing after sunlight, led me home
I feel all the memories buying trinkets
From my childhood and I'm thinking
Life has lemons, Lemony Snicket
Snickering at books under blankets
Now I see this in my dreams (My dreams)
Now it's my reality (Reality)
And now I'm on your TV screen
But this time I can't hear your screams
I remember Sundays afternoon time
When the world was something large and strange
I remember some days after school time
Chasing after sunlight, led me home
What is it over there?
I can see memories
There so damnly clear
Finally, I've reached past my fears
World in the shallows of a hearts
We should abide
With his truth we should not resign
You and I...
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