On the journey that you take from womb to worm
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You're silently pushed into each wrong turn
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What gives?
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I found a bar filled up with ancient Chinese sages
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All playing bingo, pinball
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Could've stayed for ages
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In there
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In there
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For I belong with them
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I wish I'd have met them sooner
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Although I'm alien
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And over thirty years their junior
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But it's not me to make like a chandelier
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So I folded up my map and drained my beer
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I'm gone
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I'm gone
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Wrong Turn
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| Darren Hanlon |
