I'm thinking, I'm thinking. I wonder why And when I think My thoughts do fly. They fly through the window They fly down the stairs They fly to the forest To meet all the bears. To other people I'm just lying in bed But if they were to see; Inside my head They would see That I'm in the most Wonderful places instead.

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