My heart aches, tossed by the emotions, I try to understand. My body shakes, as I put lotion on my hands. The product of my misguided youth. I, the fool seeking the truth.
Why I wonder, were you born without legs. Then I ponder the use of pegs. Give me a lemon I'll make lemonade. Give me a crowd, we'll have a parade.
My aunts and uncle all had ears, funny thing was none could hear. Yet never did they complain. They talked with there hands, trying to explain.
I guess the tragedy would be, if they were blind and couldn't see. But wait that's right there is brail. I guess in all we can not fail.
Give me a lemon I'll make lemonade. give me a crowd, I'll have a parade.......
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