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I spent a life time knocking round |
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the same old patch of concrete, |
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I waste all my time breaking rocks |
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and painting smiles on my feet. |
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I seize the end |
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for we drift toward the blue shore |
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send the birds along |
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I'm not waiting for this day |
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She's my little sad eyes, |
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I'm her bluest boy, |
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She's my little sad eyes, |
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I'm her bluest boy, |
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I've become a weapon, |
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She's my little sad eyes |
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She's become a toy, |
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I'm her bluest boy |
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You may call me a fool |
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destination to no end |
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I may cast the anchor |
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down into the bottom of this well |
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I dreamt about the train we somehow lost, |
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That bled those giant marbles made |
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Of sand for us |
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I wrote all night, Free man, Alright! |
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Big Day, All smiles. Burned all their files! |
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I wrote all night, free man, Alright! |
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Big Day, All smiles. Burned all their files! |
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I wrote all night, free man, Alright! |
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Big Day, All smiles. Burned all their files! |
