But I just couldn't find the words. Not that the world would listen any way, it's nothing they've never heard. So I sit back down in the same old chair, waste my day away. Meanwhile, on the other side, they've just sold my life yesterday.
I may be just the same old man, with the same old song and the same old plans. I might be the man from another year, who's come back to tell all who can hear. I might just be confused, but so tired of being hung up and used.
I may be just the same old man, with the same old song and the same old plans. I might be the man from another year, who's come back to tell all who can hear. I might just be confused, but so tired of being hung up and used.
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