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(Verse)
The seams are ripping
The buttons are worn
I am still holding on
To this toy that's torn
It's always there
And it listens to me
When I tell it stories
Of what I could be
(Chorus)
I will never let it go
It rests somewhere only I know
I'll reach out to it
And hold it close
To remind me of the things I never had
Those things I want the most
(Verse 2)
Pathetic as it is
It still remains dear
It takes me away
Far from here
I won't listen to them
They're calling me home
They don't see that I
Have no place to go
(Bridge?)
In this "reality"
There's everything for me
I see love, warmth, a family
Things that I won't see
Yup. It may seem like I'm all over the place, and the rhyme scheme is simplistic. But hey, that's why I'm here, right?
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