I’ve become a flea brained, flea brain, flea brained
I’ve become a tree brained, flea brained fool
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So up and down the carousel my knee will swell
A blinging bell
A parchment paper pleading well
I wake up in the morning
The morning there I sit and stare
The sirens blare
My heart ain’t there
I waste away and feel the glare
Of ancient people snoring
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The graveyard is a home for thee
Who waste away and fail to see
That life is lived behind the bars
Of stationary toiling
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So up and down my foot will frown
And tap the ground and make a sound
To let my mind just find the time
To find a rhyme
O never mind.
