| Fa-la-la is running around
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| All over the grounds of the hospital
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| I was watching for her
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| Like some people watch birds
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| From the window of my hospital room
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| I was trapped and tired
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| She was as free as i’d ever found
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| The embodiment of life force
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| In a hospital gown
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| Yeah, i could feel my body healing
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| I would crank up the head
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| Of my hospital bed
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| All the way up
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| When they would wake me at dawn
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| Then i’d gaze out at the lawn
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| Waiting on my sad soul medicine
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| I was trapped and tired
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| She was as free as i’d ever found
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| The embodiment of life force
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| In a hospital gown
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| Yeah, i could feel my body healing
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| And a nurse would come and see me
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| Everyday
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| And my folks are on their way
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| To see me home
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| But i don’t want to go
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| No i don’t want to go
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| Fa-la-la is running around
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| All over the grounds of the hospital
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| As they are loading me up
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| Into the cab of my daddy’s truck
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| For our long ride home
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| Only a fool wouldn’t be happy
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| To leave this cold insitution
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| For a warm and loving home
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| But i feel like i’m drying up
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| Deep down in my bones
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| Yes, i don’t want to go
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| No i don’t want to go |