The time of my life, a record of myself
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An accurate sketch of perfect health
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A roof on my head, shoes on my feet
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Plenty of room, plenty to eat
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Been very far, made lots of friends
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I love my mother, hope to see her again
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I'm a wanderer now, sorrow befalls me
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I laugh often so I suppose I'm gonna be fine
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Mozart he said "there's nothing to composing"
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And that's all we do
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We just write and play and write and play and write and...
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Here, here and here
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He pointed to his heart and mind and ears
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He said "here, here and here"
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He pointed to his heart and mind and ears
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Here, here and here
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He pointed to his heart and mind and ears
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He said "here, here and here"
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He pointed to his heart and mind and ears
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Mozart he said "there's nothing to composing" (Here, here and here)
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Yeah, yeah, yeah (He pointed to his heart and mind and ears)
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Mozart he said "there's nothing to composing" (Here here and here)
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Yeah, yeah, yeah (He pointed to his heart and mind and ears)
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Mozart he said "there's nothing to composing" (Here, here and here)
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Yeah, yeah, yeah (He pointed to his heart and mind and ears)
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Mozart he said "there's nothing to composing" (Here here and here)
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Yeah, yeah, yeah (He pointed to his heart and mind and ears)
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Here, Here And Here
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| Meg & Dia |
