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Friday, April 12, 2013

At the centre of the world...

At the centre of the world
There's a simple little phrase
You always talk to strangers
And entertain the fools

At the centre of the world
There's a cunning little phrase
"A ghost you cannot walk through,
Is a ghost that's not for sale"

At the centre of the world
There's a letter on your back
It grows each day with interest
And no soul collects the tax

At the centre of the world
It's a fight to stand alone
But for some it's cotton candy
In a fairground gypsy store

At the centre of the world
There's a pretty little girl
The strangers always gander
While the fools, they sing and burn.

At the centre of the world.
At the centre of the world.

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