Look at the sad goodbyes Everydays are killing time Sun coming up outside No men are born this time Saturday's child stays home Nothing to say So long
Well, well, well, Another day Well, well, well, Another day ...day ...day
Grocery store Ten bucks Just making change for plastic cherries Up in a tree, jaybird Looking at me, no word Everyone looks We can't see We can't be ignored easily
Soft within the wayward things Like ecstacy The sound of trees Most anything What a baby sees
Beautiful face, alright Many a place, outta sight Old woman there with red shoes One million balloons, all used Drive over hills, forget your fear Getting it out of second gear
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