Within the bounds, we created. Placed with percession one by one. Much alike but still not related. Now it seems like all reasons gone.
Spin politics like a web. Trying to be everything to every one. Yet there's doult in your head. Still you must go on. Picking each word that's said.
Someone take me away to the musical parade. Where the drummer's just a clown. I hate to see your memory fade. But I hate more to see you coming round.
The fool and the fiddler to hike on a train. I think it was headed for Georgia. His friends all say he was insane. But his generosity floored ya.
Walk away baby in the sunset. Listen to the waves come in.If you could learn to give as much as you get. Maybe it wouldn't be such a sin.
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