I was born today in all them constelation
The minor where a major wants to beI stacked my words, manufactured merchant
And walked along the water in my sleepTo the news spun circles and there I saw you
Wrapped up in a New York magazineWas that the page that tells how I was fallen?
Well maybe that part is not worth mentioningNow... what will they say?Now... what can they do anyway, anyway?So let me down slow, let me down real easy
Even giants have to watch how they declineI'd wheelie in the sky or anything else, I promise
I will until the day that I die
I will until the day that I dieWhat will they say?
What's the world, gonna do anyway, anyway?
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