| I’m feeling sort of playground now
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| My brush is cocked and colored
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| The sounds are running rampant
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| The love it can only be discovered in me
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| I wish they’d stop around sometimes
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| I think the bucks are cheap enough
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| My mother died ahead of me
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| From then and every standing up, take it from me
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| I’m not falling down
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| And I don’t know why
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| You’d talk me down
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| 'Cause I’m a good laugher
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| Good evening boy, I’ll be your fairy
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| You may even try me on again
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| So happy to be alive today
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| Tomorrow starts to ride, take it from me
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| I’m not falling down
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| And I don’t know why
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| You’d talk me down
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| 'Cause I really matter
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| Long while ago, when the hell was breaking
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| Stood a boy and girl quiet and wise
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| Stood amongst the city burning
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| A monster city turning
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| As if to say, you’re the cause of it all, all, all
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| I’m not falling down
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| And I don’t know why
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| You’d talk me down
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| 'Cause I really matter
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| A bent and ugly traveling man
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| Who came in right ahead of me
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| To walk a month’s early waiting
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| Yeah, wait 'til the summer I’m a chance for me to be
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| I’m not falling down
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| And I don’t know why
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| You’d talk me down
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| But I’m really flattered
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| I’m a good laugher
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| I’m a good laugher
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| I’m a good laugher |