Coming back
On the old track
Now I'm older
Now I'm wiser.
It's hard to be you
When every move
Is frowned upon
By a nasty clown.
It's hard to be you
When under collapse
What is the truth
If you cannot ask?
On the old track
Now I'm older
Now I'm wiser.
It's hard to be you
When every move
Is frowned upon
By a nasty clown.
It's hard to be you
When under collapse
What is the truth
If you cannot ask?
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