Don't you think it funny
How one man's dream
Is another man's hell.
How we all want something else
Never pleased with our lot
Always after another's life or lover.
How many settle for second best
More than I can count, no doubt.
Unaware that some would love to be in our shoes
Second fiddle their image of heaven.
Don't you think it funny
We'd make tons of money,
Selling our lives on the internet.
Swapping our identities, our dreams.
Life swapping.
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