| I forgot the memories of childhood so sweet
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| Miniature bubbles I burst every week that were gold
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| A seat on the stairs, a cave by the sink
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| A tiger to partner the people
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| We hoodwink our friends
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| But now I’ve turned away my head
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| Thought I was dead, buried alive
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| The sky is at peace within itself
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| There’s nothing to tell, nothing at all
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| The tread on my tires is wearing away
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| I’m losing contact, what can I say to the time
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| Wandering feet discovered the world
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| Broken and sore, fell in love with a girl
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| Who’s now gone
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| But now I’ve turned away my head
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| Thought I was dead, buried alive
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| The sky is at peace within itself
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| There’s nothing to tell, nothing at all
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| Now these old weary eyes
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| Are painted with white to look alive
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| We stole a matchstick lie
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| And it’s burned me alive, now it’s time to go back
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| My friend from the field, the egg and spoon race
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| Starts with a bang, so remember my face this time
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| I came back to get you and now you are here
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| Tired and hungry, lend me your ears, I will sing
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| No I will not turn my head
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| Thought I was dead, buried alive
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| The sky is at peace within itself
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| There’s nothing to tell, nothing at all |