*Most of time I live on a cloud
And I found out that dream´s world
Don´t drive me back as reality does*
I receive more understanding
*And my mind can fly
Without being judge or criticized
Just by seem to come from another world*1
*Chorus
Well… this world pass me by a lot
So I hide myself where they can´t find me
Where don´t arrive the so-called wiser minds
Where their lies can´t hurt me no more
And I feel fine
*Chorus
*Chorus 1
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