Never mind what’s right what’s wrong...
As long as you are a part of a song.
And like I claimed all along...
It makes sense to ding and dong.
As you grow old, as you go white
As you imagine blinding light,
Amidst the wrecks of a night –
Broken bottles and a torn kite.
Once and for all call it a day,
Buy a drink and forget to pay...
Before its late lose your way,
Before its late- learn to play.
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