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What kind of world is this
This world I call my own
Were even a young child
Is afraid of going home
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I sat inside my pen
My things strewn on my bed
A tear runs down my cheek
Despair runs through my head
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Gather one and all
And Ill tell you what I know
About the great illusionist
And her magic show
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