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In the backyard you said: "Let's have a family" |
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In the front yard your note: "Oh, don't you wait for me" |
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In the papers you wrote: "I'm free as free can be" |
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And your footprint, you left no legacy |
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Round and round and round you go |
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Who you are, nobody knows |
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Funny air, blow over, blow over, blow over, blow over |
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So unaware, fall over, fall over, fall over |
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In the backyard I sought a family |
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In the front yard, I wrote on theories |
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In the paper my note: "I will, I will for eternity" |
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Now my footprints: You are my legacy |
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Round and round and round you go |
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Who you are, nobody knows |
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Funny air, blow over, blow over, blow over, blow over |
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[So] unaware, fall over, fall over, fall over |
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You were a shot in the head, when I thought I was home |
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And I keep throwing you up, so I won't be alone |
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And I still lead you around, claiming amends |
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And I wake you and make you and break you again |
