I dream, I dream, I drown beneath the tainted liquid moon
'Til mocking morning sun awakes me from my sleep too soon
I rub my eyes and wonder why I face another day
All alone it's not so bad, I'll stay in bed all day, singin'
Diddle diddle diddle dee, twirled her hair in the corner
Diddle diddle diddle dum, and she cried herself to sleep
Diddle diddle diddle die, while the boys on the corner sang
Diddle diddle diddle dee, come and sing a rhyme with me
Cleansed now by the teardrops fell, find your way back home
Words torn from the pages read in a book worn long ago
Published by the angels reading each and every dream
Words are faded, binding's torn, still much more left to read
Diddle diddle diddle dee, twirled her hair in the corner
Diddle diddle diddle dum, and she cried herself to sleep
Diddle diddle diddle die, while the boys on the corner sang
Diddle diddle diddle dee, come and sing a rhyme with me
The saddest line I've ever read from books worn long ago
The girl who lost her smile cried, she thought she's all alone
I bet ole' Ma Goose never planned her kids would leave so soon
Would leave their homes, would lose their smiles underneath her moon
Bet she's singing...
Diddle diddle diddle dee, twirled her hair in the corner
Diddle diddle diddle dum, and she cried herself to sleep
Diddle diddle diddle die, while the boys on the corner sang
Diddle diddle diddle dee, come and sing a rhyme with me
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