| Left, right, left was the pace of my steps
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| As I wrestled with a riddle that was making my mind twitch
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| It was spring in November
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| Air was full of regret
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| I said think baby, think baby, how can I change this?
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| Do do do do…
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| I passed a woman on the church steps by the side of the street
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| She had coins in her cup, a child’s hand on her cheek
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| I said think baby, think baby, how can I change this?
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| Took the long way home then went to sleep restless
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| And I dreamt of a castle rich and bright
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| And everyone in it was filled with light
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| You’ll never know the answer if you stop trying
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| Like bobby says, 'if you ain’t busy living your busy dying'
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| Whoever tells you its pointless, well, they’re lying
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| And if that who is you, then you should change your mind
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| Start
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| Building a castle, don’t sit and cry
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| Because heartache is a hassle and a waste of time
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| Bless the genies and the meanies
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| And the everyone in between’ies
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| All the comings and the goings
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| Of the fathers and the thieves
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| All the freakers and the teachers
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| All the girls dying to please
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| All the movers and the shakers
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| The ones with scratches on their knees
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| Start building a castle, don’t sit and cry
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| Because heartache is a hassle and a waste of time |