Life's Not a One-Way Ticket

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I'm a tourist
In the country I swore to never travel
Swimming in a foreign land.
Doggy-paddling, drowning.
But I am only visiting,
For he will come
And place the stamp on me
And mail me back into reality.
All he needs is his 42 cents
To fly us on my magic dragon
Into the cloudless aura of our pellucid life.





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