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Thirty Buddha's on a walnut |
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Tiny limbs inside the eye |
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Tiny mind inside the tiny brain |
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To see the overwhelming sky |
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Thirty birds upon a phone line |
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Cherry blossoms on an old bound Ford |
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The hint of Deja vu on every face |
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And every crowd I ought to woo |
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Ashes ashes |
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All fall down |
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Hear those moment |
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Make their song |
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Dry leaves on the ground |
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Thirty odd years I've been drifting |
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Is there somewhere we could meet |
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'Cause I'm weak as a kitten |
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I'm dirty as a mitten in a winter's street |
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Thirty days walk from my front door |
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If I don't leave now it's thirty-one |
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And the old man puts his arms |
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Around my shoulders and says |
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Let me tell you son |
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Ashes ashes |
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All fall down |
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Hear those moments |
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Make their song |
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They fall like dry leaves |
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On the ground |
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The summer stars they like to whisper |
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We've been hoodwinked all along |
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There is not a shred of meaning here but |
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Thirty Buddha's on a walnut says you're wrong |
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Thirty Buddha's says you're wrong |
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I bet you a walnut say's you're wrong |
