Don't fret now.
Don't be so tired.
No mope, mope, mope-a-dope!
No, it's not as bad as all of that.
Don't be no misery goat!
How are ya?
How are ya?
How are ya?
I could cry.
I could just cry.
Oh, the tears fall down.
(I've got one bright hope.)
(I've got one ride home.)
I sang three songs and marched around,
Marched around,
Marched around.
I sang three songs and marched around.
Looka here.
Here comes the poetry!
Im a cave with the wind inside."
"Im a shell with the sound of the surf inside!
What?!
What's the point, hunh?
Don't be no misery goat!
(I've got one bright hope.)
(I've got one ride home.)

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