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Wave your arms above your head singing sha na na nana na, I see the joy when others are fit to be tied, they can't keep their anger inside controlled yelling and waving their arms madly shouting at the top of their lungs till hoarse scratching sounds are all they have left, they are spent. Sha na na na na na na na Wearied men and women wander the street, Some are too, behind a steering wheel, pedals at their feet, their hands lead busy lives, texting, talking, dialing at will, cornering while drinking coffee, phone by their ear and cigarette in their mouth, who's driving the car? Sha na na na na na na na clap clap I can't carry a tune, hit or miss each note, Given up on memorizing anything by rote, Be a bringer and giver of peace, Don't distracted drive for there are police, Sing with me, drown me out, when I go flat, You are the best, You are the king or queen of your domain, and I yes, just tell me and I will make it so, Make it so, make it so, don't let it pass, make it so. But, please do not hurt me, I cry easily, I will hide my face, the streaks of dirt, will be the remains of my pain, marking me sad. Sha na na na... enough na.
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Feb 21, 2013
Feb 21, 2013 at 2:35 AM UTC
Make it so
Wave your arms above your head singing sha na na nana na, I see the joy when others are fit to be tied, they can't keep their anger inside controlled yelling and waving their arms madly shouting at the top of their lungs till hoarse scratching sounds are all they have left, they are spent. Sha na na na na na na na Wearied men and women wander the street, Some are too, behind a steering wheel, pedals at their feet, their hands lead busy lives, texting, talking, dialing at will, cornering while drinking coffee, phone by their ear and cigarette in their mouth, who's driving the car? Sha na na na na na na na clap clap I can't carry a tune, hit or miss each note, Given up on memorizing anything by rote, Be a bringer and giver of peace, Don't distracted drive for there are police, Sing with me, drown me out, when I go flat, You are the best, You are the king or queen of your domain, and I yes, just tell me and I will make it so, Make it so, make it so, don't let it pass, make it so. But, please do not hurt me, I cry easily, I will hide my face, the streaks of dirt, will be the remains of my pain, marking me sad. Sha na na na... enough na.
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Feb 21, 2013
Feb 21, 2013 at 2:35 AM UTC
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