It's alright, to leave your stuff behind
Otherwise it might fall into your eyes
Some people have stuff piled up in their heads
It falls into their mouths and then falls
Right back out again
It's alright, to leave your stuff behind
Otherwise it might fall into your eyes
Some people have stuff piled under their feet
They tread it round, up and down
All around the street
You don't have to worry
About what you chose or what you've done
All you have to carry is the thought that we're here
Just once
You don't have to worry
About what you lose or what you've won
All you have to carry is the thought that we're here
Just once
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