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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 amiles on my feet. |
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I seize the end |
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ooo |
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for we drift toward the blue shore |
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send the birds along |
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ooo |
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for I'm not waitin for this day |
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Shes my little sad eyes, |
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Shes my little sad eyes |
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I'm her bluest boy, |
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I'm her bluest boy |
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I've become a weapon, |
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Shes 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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ooo... |
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You may call me a fool |
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ooo... |
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destination to no end |
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ooo... |
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I may cast the anchor |
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ooo... |
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down into the bottom of this well |
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oooo woo ooo |
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I dreamy about the train we somehow lost, |
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oooo woo ooo |
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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 thier files! |
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oooo woo ooo |
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I wrote all night, Free man, Alright! |
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oooo wooo ooo |
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Big Day, All smiles. Burned all thier files! |
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I wrote all night, Free man, Alright! |
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Big Day, All smiles. Burned all thier files! |
