| It’s a restless world and the hands take hold as your eyes watch out for a fall
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| Then you end up flat on the landing mat as you try to fathom it all
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| Any sudden move could outmanoeuvre the plans you made at the start
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| The hopes and schemes of ghosts and dreams in the world according to Garp
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| I was born one day under skies of gray and called New England my home
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| And the single name that my mother gave was all I had of my own
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| I was taught the rules of steering school though they all fell short of the mark
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| But these things never meant too much in the world according to Garp
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| Bunky grows older, the nights they get colder
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| The lights burn low and the nurse is home
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| And the days won’t wait, you can’t make them slow
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| See how they go, see how they go
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| See how they go, see how they go
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| It’s a restless world and the lips are curled as the hands come reaching your
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| way
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| But the writer’s pen simply moves again and puts it down on the page
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| On any stretch of road the undertow could be waiting there in the dark
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| But all these things are what life brings in the world according to Garp
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| All these things are how it seems in the world according to Garp
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| In the world according to Garp
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| In the world according to Garp |