I have a pretty new jacket
All nice and white
My buckels are fastened
All nice and tight
I have my own room
I don't have a rug
But I find confort
In my continuous hug!
I have my own pillow
Where I lay my head
I listen to the voices
You can only guess what they said....
All kinds of laughter
All kinds of screams
I know now that everything
Is just as it seems...
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