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A land we can all agree upon,

a land we can actually hold hands,

no matter who you are we all get along,

you are the best,

you never feel no pain,

by your side you have the person you always have loved,

you are everything in life that you may think of,

you have your lady or you have your prince,

you have money to spend dont worry bout rent,

just being rich in all ways,

you have a fly car, the envy of the town,

but no envy in here

cause everyone has what they want in this land,

people always saying I love you every single day,

no cheating in this world you always have to stay true,

a place where you lose the knowledge of the words weep,

or depress, or sadness, no crime,

this land I am telling you about

is called illusions first come first served,

cause it is exactly what it is,

I am the next person in line,

but I am true I would like this life,

but I know sooner or later things fall apart,

so who wants my ticket I am real,

I am the person that belongs with the pain,

believes in darkness,

believes a smile will change the day,

a person always looking who to help,

even thought at the end I get stab and wound,

no need to thug me for my ticket I will handed to you,

you go to that land,

while I stay here do what I tend to try to do best,

I stay here just to help and survive