| Back when I was young, fresh as grass and innocent
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| Any day I’d fly away on butterfly wings
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| If my soup was cold, the meat they served me wasn’t succulent
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| Back it went, it’s worth the wait for nicer things
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| Birdsong up above
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| Push comes to shove
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| So you fall down from the grandstand
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| And join the players in the band
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| Tootle up that melody
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| Wait, wait and see
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| And then it’s all downhill
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| Your fall it was God’s will
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| Better let it be
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| But within a year I would eat what I was served
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| I learned to smile and take the medicine
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| I’d accepted I only get this shit that I deserved
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| On my ass or on my knees, I took it with a grin
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| Birdsong up above
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| Push comes to shove
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| So you fall down from the grandstand
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| And join the players in the band
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| Tootle up that melody
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| Wait, wait and see
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| And then it’s all downhill
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| Your fall it was God’s will
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| Better let it be
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| Many folk I know plan to scale the highest peak
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| Off they go, the starry sky overhead
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| Stone by stone you climb but your efforts leave you worn and weak
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| Broken down, you barely make it back to bed
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| From the God of love
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| Push comes to shove
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| So you fall down from the grandstand
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| And join the players in the band
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| Tootle up that melody
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| Wait, wait and see
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| And then it goes downhill
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| Who knows, it’s just God’s will
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| Best to leave it be
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| Better leave it be |