I put things places waiting to put them in other special places where I can find them but in the mean time I lose them so I can't ever find them. Do you know what I mean?
You used to dream yourself away each night To places that you'd never been On wings made of wishes That you whispered to yourself Back when every night the moon and you Would sweep away to places That you knew Where you would never get the blues
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I usually get them to their special places, then forget where those special places are. Like the special place where the check book is.
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