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I miss daydreaming with you

We used to sit by the campfire

And do nothing, and do everything

And people would say

Look at those two, daydreaming again

Except, it wasn’t day, and

The only light was the campfire

Except, there was no camp

And the only fire was inside us

I miss those good old days

When we had nothing left to do

But dream, about the good old days