| Friends greet you on the way, say
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| «There you go»
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| You may wonder where you’re supposed to be going
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| I have often thought of
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| The youngest daughter
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| And the joyous overflowing
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| When dark clouds pull the sky
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| I have cast my eye
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| To the path where we are treading
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| Oh I could wreck my brain
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| Trying to explain
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| Where it is I think that we are heading
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| Strangely strange
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| Aaa
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| Strangely strange but oddly normal X 2
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| Lalalalalalala…
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| Why only the other day
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| I was making hay
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| For I supposed the sun was shining
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| But when I looked up
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| By hushed neon I was struck
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| Must adjust my sense of timing
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| Must be just my sense of timing
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| Well, I’ve had some things on my mind
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| And I’m mostly all the time
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| Like cardboard scarecrows on the seesaw
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| But where I do impart
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| Those things held to heart
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| While fitting pieces to the jigsaw |