In my pit I spin
And the wind starts blowing
Spin once more
Try it again
No way a coinicedence

Somehow I look years ahead
At myself looking at myself
And I wonder

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Man, that was long ago
Wonder who could ride there now
Grass seemed greener when I was cleaner
Now it's kinda dry
Now it's kinda dry
Not your place to say
Reality is not for me
Cut suckin' grass I'm bored
New words for me today

I was a young, yes I, had a little sense
Now it's gone, don't know why
I try to pretend
Sick of the lawns I mow
Really put me in bad shape
Why can't I
Lay down and die
Forget the stones I scraped

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