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There is falling and there's FALLING and I was good at both I swear to that completely I'll swear that under oath If there's a way to take a tumble A way to fall on down Then I'm the best example I've spent a life time on the ground First, we'll tackle skating Couldn't cross and make the turn I'd get caught and then I'd tumble It's something I never did quite learn I was always out there falling While the others skated by I could never make the motion So...I no longer even try Athletics, you know track and field High hurdles, running track It's evident, I couldn't jump So from track I got the sack Always had weak ankles Was always falling down While most kids shorts were crisp and white Mine were stained all green and brown I gave up and then tried camping Just a tent, the woods and me I never even got out once I tripped over a tree I mean, I fell out in the forest And yes, I made a sound I mean if anybody heard that noise It was me hitting the ground I'm not much good at anything You can see that from my past My body moves  at one speed My feet just go too fast I've always been a faller Falling's the one real thing I do And the last time that I fell Was the day, that I met you....
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Feb 11, 2014
Feb 11, 2014 at 11:47 PM UTC
I fell
There is falling and there's FALLING and I was good at both I swear to that completely I'll swear that under oath If there's a way to take a tumble A way to fall on down Then I'm the best example I've spent a life time on the ground First, we'll tackle skating Couldn't cross and make the turn I'd get caught and then I'd tumble It's something I never did quite learn I was always out there falling While the others skated by I could never make the motion So...I no longer even try Athletics, you know track and field High hurdles, running track It's evident, I couldn't jump So from track I got the sack Always had weak ankles Was always falling down While most kids shorts were crisp and white Mine were stained all green and brown I gave up and then tried camping Just a tent, the woods and me I never even got out once I tripped over a tree I mean, I fell out in the forest And yes, I made a sound I mean if anybody heard that noise It was me hitting the ground I'm not much good at anything You can see that from my past My body moves  at one speed My feet just go too fast I've always been a faller Falling's the one real thing I do And the last time that I fell Was the day, that I met you....
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Feb 11, 2014
Feb 11, 2014 at 11:47 PM UTC
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