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I'm fixing a hole where the rain gets in,
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And stops my mind from wandering, Where it will go
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I'm filling the cracks that ran through the door,
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And kept my mind from wandering, Where it will go
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And it really doesn't matter if I'm wrong, I'm right
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Where I belong I'm right, Where I belong
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See the people standing there who disagre and never win
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And wonder why they don't get in my door
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I'm painting my room in a colourful way,
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And when my mind is wandering, There I will go
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And it really doesn't matter if I'm wrong, I'm right
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Where I belong I'm right, Where I belong
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Silly people run around, they worry me
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And never ask me why they don't get past my door
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I'm taking the time for a number of things,
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That weren't important yesterday, And I still go
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Fixing a hole where the rain gets in,
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Stops my mind from wandering, Where it will go
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Fixing A Hole
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