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Giggling Circles
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See I'm low, low, low,
so I'm high, high, high!
But as long as I'm still breathing life will never pass me by!
No I've not got time for money and I've had my fill of love,
and I know one thing for sure: until I'm dead I'll never die!
So a leader I am not, and a good sheep never still,
A world that's in black and white don't do and never will.
My git-arr's not too tightly strung, my tongue is not too loose,
my hands are all o' knife gun with naught but time to kill!
So forge ahead ye' marching men, go find your bottle black!
The time you've spent so waging war you'll never all get back.
And too there is a song for every young'n shot to death,
The songs of life gone silent, just a helmet and a sack.
Once I'm high, high, high,
I'll be low, low, low!
How the world has come to hobble so, my love I'll never know!
I can spare a minute for a dime and share my night with you,
Just so long as you can hold my hand while into hell we go!
Welp, I've b'n busking for a couple of days straight now. People 'round town are starting to know m' name.
This isn't rightly m' dream job, no, but as long as the Sky Knights don't come 'round while I'm making m' dinner change I oughta be fine.
Already ate this evening. After m' rounds o' songs I've got about TWENTY DROPS of ink the ol' dropper. What should I spend it on?
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