The things that didn't kill me, well they never made me stronger
I've waited all my days, but I guess I'll wait a little longer
The ocean's got a breaze that kills the life in me
I hate visiting the sea, but it's changing all my rarities
I push the bolder up the mountain, but you can't guess what I'd see
Because I'd waste an entire life time, plus all my energy
I wished upon a shooting star that I could get a little far
But even all the children know, the stars are liars, they only glow
See, a different life would sure be grand, a Peter Pan, a Wonderland
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