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The land of make believe
Michael


"The land of make believe" 


He spoke to me today
before he went to die
I asked if he could stay
and he looked into my eyes

He said "You know I have to go ...
There's nothing left to show this world today my friend ...
someday we'll meet again"

Maybe
We'll see
I hate to see you leave
but I'll be fine
in the land of make believe

And so I sit alone
wondering whats in store
I've lost my only soul
Nothing left inside no more

What sense does all this make?
It's just too much to take it all beyond the grave
when none of it is saved

Could be
I'll see
I'd hate to not be me
but I'm confined
in the land of make believe



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