Oh that sweet awful sound, of my ol' favorite clown in need, I help him once again, to get back on his hands and knees.

We go marching
through these scorching times
our lungs are filled with dirt
but no amount of hurt
will stop us trying
We go marching
through these parching times
rain will come again
and just like distant friend
we'll both be crying



She said baby you can see me - 
I said baby I'm just sense
She said baby you're my castle - 
I said baby, I'm your fence
I said baby you are my lover 
she said no hunny, i'm just a maid
I said baby I love you - 
she said, no babe you're just afraid.


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