Walk, just walk down the yellow brick road
Just to notice, that I'm not focused on anything.
Meet the crossroads straight on to find out
What's happening to me.
Spin the bottle round and round
What isn't lost can't be found anytime, or anywhere.
Find a mate then separate just realize it's never to late
To spend life all alone.
Everyone want to turn 21 but no one
Wants to grow, grow so old.
Wise men say stay young at heart and don't let age tear you apart
from your childhood, but it's a memory.
Read a book with no plot then watch the movie the next day
With two thumbs up.
Listen to a song on the radio by someone who doesn't even know
how to play an instrument.
It's a contradition superhighway
Interstate to nowhere
Alien nation is dead....ahead
On a bottle full of everclear.
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