| How ever did I end up here?
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| Laying beside bottles empted of beer
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| Pushed through the roadside like a piece of junk
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| On a go upside
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| Watching as the whole world passes me by
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| I remember years ago
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| A life of fortune, dreams untold
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| I made music for everyone to hear
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| And then they started to either smile or shed tears
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| Thay loved me throughout the years
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| Untill one day I cracked my wooden frame
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| Wouldn’t stay intact
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| Ain’t it funny how a little time changes everything?
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| One day you’re leaving on top
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| Next day you’re suffering from a long drive
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| And now it’s got me wondering
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| How ever did I end up here?
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| Once upon a time there lived a maker
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| He built instrument so fine
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| Each one he treasured
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| I was counted among them from the start
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| The beautiful torned by piece to the people’s heart’s
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| And they used me to play their art
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| Untill they did it I broke down
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| They threw me out and I hit the groung
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| Ain’t it funny how a little time changes everything?
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| One day you’re leaving on top
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| Next day you’re suffering from a long drive |
| And now it’s got me wondering
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| How ever did I end up here?
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| If only I could make it to the maker
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| He lives some place in this world
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| I just don’t know where
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| If only someone would take me there
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| I’m crying out to somebody
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| Pick me up and take me there
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| But the only one taht seams to hear me
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| Is the garbage track
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| 'Cause here it comes to take me to the city dark
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| And who will hear me from there?
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| Who will here me from there?
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| How ever did I end up here? |