Down in the brain rests a pain And I wonder when I feel it again It feels like rain washing down the drain But the stains remain & the memories are in vain It could be for you, it could be untrue And it couln't be new at all And it sticks like glue, all the world is blue It's the kind of brew to drown in Up in the sky there's a lullaby And I wonder why it could fly so high I can hear it cry kind of faint and shy But as time goes by it remains an alibi. It could be for joy, it could be a toy and it couldn't be coy at all & it seems so far, like a fading star But it left a scar on daylight & it don't really matter if you're high or low if you stay or go, or whatever you know & it don't really matter, you can drown or be like the wind so free, or at the bottom of the sea & it don't really matter, who should care if you're here or there, or maybe nowhere & it don't really matter if you rise or fall if you're tiny or tall, or a concrete wall or a Barbie-doll, or a poor man's call it don't matter - at all. It don't really matter, it don't matter at all |
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