Another year goes by, another ring around my tree
I blow out a candle wishing everybody free
And on these kind of days, I get a funny kind of feeling
We're not growing old I say, we're just ripening
Oh and the fruit we bare will be sweeter than a tangerine
And when we're picked from the tree, it will be enlightening
Soon it will
Be the day
When there's nothing left to say
Soon it will
Be the day
When there's nothing left to say
I'm not sure my friend, how I came to be
But I know where I am, and I hope that you agree
But sometimes it feels like i'm swimming in an endless sea
When the waves are crashing high, high over me
I just keep on swimming, as far as i can see
And when I reach the shore, it's gonna be enlightening
Soon it will
Be the day
When there's nothing left to say

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