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| Fragments seq. by anonymous authors, Paolo Cirelli, ChartChai MeeSangNin, INTERNATIONAL MIDI HITS [I've been mad for fucking years, absolutely years, been over the edge for yonks, been working me buns off for bands...] [I've always been mad, I know I've been mad, like the most of us... very hard to explain why you're mad, {hahahaha} even if you're not mad..." {hhaheheha} {hhahahahahaha} {hhehehehaah} {hahahahahahaha} {aw hehe heheha} {hahahahahahaha} {hhehehehehe} {hhahahahahahaha} Breathe, breathe in the air Don't be afraid to care Leave but don't leave me Look around and choose your own ground Long you live and high you fly And smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry And all you touch and all you see Is all your life will ever be Run, rabbit run Dig that hole, forget the sun, And when at last the work is done Don't sit down it's time to dig another one For long you live and high you fly But only if you ride the tide And balanced on the biggest wave You race towards an early grave [Live for today, gone tomorrow, that's me] {Hahahahahaaaaaa} {Hahahahahaha} Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way. Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town Waiting for someone or something to show you the way. Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain. You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today. And then one day you find ten years have got behind you. No one told you when to run, you{Ah} missed the starting gun.{AAh} So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking Racing around to come up behind you again. The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older, Shorter of breath and one day closer to death. Every year is getting shorter {ah}never seem to find {Yea}the time.{aaah}Plans that {ah}either come{aah} to nought or half a page of{Ohuhah}scribbled lines{ohuhohoh} Hanging on in quiet desparation is the English way The time is gone, the song is over, Thought I'd something more to say. {Aah} Home, home again. I like to be here when I can. When I come home cold and tired It's good to warm my bones beside the fire. Far away across the field The tolling of the iron bell Calls the faithful to their knees To hear the softly spoken magic spells. [And I am not frightened of dying, any time will do, I don't mind. Why should I be frightened of dying? There's no reason for it,you've gotta go sometime.] {Ohoh ohoh Ooh ahahahAAh ohohoh uahahaah oh ohohohohAh ah ahahah aaaah ahahah ahohoh aaeheheh eheh eheh ah ehoh ohoh Ahah Ahah haahAHah ah ahahahah ahah ahhaah ahaah ah Ah AHAh AHAH AHAh Aah ahahahah Ah ohohoh Oh ohohoh Ah ohohoh ohohoooh Oh ehohoh Oh Eh Oh ohoh ohoh Ooh Ooh Oh ohohoh ohohohohohohoh oh OhOhOh Ohuh Oh ohohoh ohohohoh ohohuhAH ahahWOW AhAhAh AhAh Aah Hah ah AH AH Aaah AhHA ah ah ahahahah ah Ah owoh waw uhuh uhuh uuh uhuh uuh uhuhuh uhuhuh Oh ohohoh Ohhoohoaaaw Oh ahahah ahahah ahahAh ohuhAh Aaah HA ahah Ha Haa ahahuh ahuh hh hh hh hh hh Ahah ahahah Ah Ha ah Ah Ah oh ah ah AHAh AHaw Ah ahaw ohohoh ohohoh oh aw ohohaw oh} [I never said I was frightened of dying.] {OhOh AhhaAh HAahah Ah Ha ahah uhuh uhuh hhh AhAh waw Awuhuhuh uhuhuh uhuhuh aw Aw AW ah ahah ahAh ahah ah haah aaah Ahahahahahaw ah waw aah aah ahahahHa ahah ahah ah aha haa} |
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