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I Want To Be Peter Pan

The creation of man
you want to make god laugh
make a plan
we are built by his hands 
our hand is like his hand
hell or heaven the promise land
you know what I really cant stand
is those who have it all and still demand
what I could do with a hundred grand
bring my family back together like a broken rock band
have a family reunion like a clan
eating watermelon chilling under the fan
this life is what you make it I call that Peter Pan

Peter Pan
take me to Neverland
so I can be the man
I want to be the man
that I imagine I am 
Peter Pan.   -TA

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