Frownland

My smile is stuck
 I cannot go back to your Frownland
 My spirit's made up of the ocean
 And the sky and the sun and the moon
 And all my eyes can see
 I cannot go back to your land of gloom
 Where black jagged shadows
 Remind me of the coming of your doom
 I want my own land
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 Take my hand and come with me
 It's not too late for you
 It's not too late for me
 To find my homeland
 Where a man can stand by another man
 Without an ego flying
 With no man lying
 And no one dying by an earthly hand
 Let the devils burn and the beggar learn
 And the little girls that live in those old worlds
 Take my kind hand
 My smile is stuck
 I cannot go back to your Frownland
 I cannot go back to your Frownland