We get lost when we’re a child
We then get dropped when we’re old
In the middle there’s all kinds of stuff
Sometimes there’s silver
and often one’s left out in the cold
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See AllYou can float your boat You can talk grand plans You can drop names like atom bombs But who are you kidding? And where’s the joke? It’s in every single lie you’ve spoke The joker wears a thorny crown
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