Maybe I could fly above to make sure that alls alright
In the clouds I'd make new friends each time that I took flight
Breathing underwater I'd walk the ocean floor
Next to me a friendly creature no one else had seen before
Or I'll pass through fire, with a walking stick in my hand
In no rush to flee, I'll enjoy it while I can
I'd think it'd be cool to see the moments of the past
Pirates, cowboys and indians, old times that couldn't last
Ah! Take me to the future and show me what's in store
Vacation to the moon and camp the lunar shore
No matter where you bring me, or what I get to see
I only hope to persuade you to be extra nice to me
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