Whisk me into your world
So this one will be a distant memory
One in which I don't look back
Whittle it away with your magic emery
My bags are packed
I'm ready to go
To the place you call home
I'm anxious to know
Take me away
My sweet prince
To where all my sorrows
Will be rinsed
Looking for you to come
And take me away
Your promises grow sweeter
With every passing day
So this one will be a distant memory
One in which I don't look back
Whittle it away with your magic emery
My bags are packed
I'm ready to go
To the place you call home
I'm anxious to know
Take me away
My sweet prince
To where all my sorrows
Will be rinsed
Looking for you to come
And take me away
Your promises grow sweeter
With every passing day
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