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When I was a kid, I was younger
With less inhibition to hunger
And my legs are feeling wet in the grass
God damn, I grew up fast
The sky seems much lower now

When I was a kid, I was quiet
And I saw planes I could pilot
But my feet they still stand on the ground
Yeah I stuck around
The air is dirty anyhow

When I was a kid, I was short
And I stayed inside just for sport
And I like the leaves' rustle
And I'm kinda tired of the hustle
That I've spent to leave this town

Now I build circuses in small rooms
And turn off the lights to avoid doom
And I got props to exude tunes
Ride a ferris wheel by the light of the moon

Yeah I'm a nighttime painter
Someday walkers they might call me a failure
But in their rooms it's raining hail sure
I think a ride on the wheel's a fine and fair cure
So I walk

When I was young I dreamed in amplitudes
And I forgot the blues that the amp exudes
And dances on the hues that the room includes
But now I remember
I've found my muse
I suppose I've learned from the bodily cues
Because you can't hear dreams on the nightly news
And I guess it's true--I've got nothing to lose
The suburb-ship's power strip has blown a fuse
But the manpower oars will be put to use
Bald eagle freedom's gone running loose
But in my living room there's a Canadian moose
Sometimes I feed it fresh-squeezed orange juice
I suppose you'd think me a nocturnal recluse
I try to steer clear of the necktie noose
And I totally mean to be so obtuse
Queasy comfort is no excuse
Both business and pleasure would be my preference
Too many options for a literary reference
But it all says to busk for a sixpence
Not stray away and later beg for penance
Live a life longing for young revenge
Biting down on a lemon wedge for my children
'Til my cells turn to chill skin
And they store me in a wood bin.

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