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Soaring through the sky
My mother sings me a lullaby
She tried several times to say to me “bye-bye”
However I just keep reappearing and saying “Hi!”
“It’s pathetic isn’t it? Self-pity”
I’m feeling so gloriously witty
My first heartache experience was a girl oh so pretty!
I looked her up online and nowadays she looks kind of shitty
Sweet sixteen and prom night dance
Give, if you will, the weak and the meek a fighting chance
Lawyers and liars are like-minded minds
To the travesties of the world I was for a long time blind
Wisdom is always easier in sight-hind
At the end a work day it’s best to unwind
And to the tender at heart the real world can sometimes seem too cruel and unkind…
Soaring through the sky
My mother sings me a lullaby
She tried several times to say to me “bye-bye”
However I just keep reappearing and saying “Hi!”
“It’s pathetic isn’t it? Self-pity”
I’m feeling so gloriously witty
My first heartache experience was a girl oh so pretty!
I looked her up online and nowadays she looks kind of shitty
Sweet sixteen and prom night dance
Give, if you will, the weak and the meek a fighting chance
Lawyers and liars are like-minded minds
To the travesties of the world I was for a long time blind
Wisdom is always easier in sight-hind
At the end a work day it’s best to unwind
And to the tender at heart the real world can sometimes seem too cruel and unkind…
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