sun going up, making its rounds it keeps on moving, painting the town before you know it, she's sinking low so tell me something . . .
something i don't already know i don't know?
toward the south, then turning north whirlwind spinning, on a circular course the answer my friend, returns to blow so tell me something . . .
something i don't already know i don't know? tell me something i don't know?
as for the wise men who pursue their knowledge same as the fool, free falling prey to folly can only one fate befall them both so tell me something . . .
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if every song been sung, under the sun what's left for me then, eat drink and have fun it must go on, as for the show so tell me something . . .