a mad riot of color,
going round and round,
when held up to breeze,
happy, happy, so happy,
as you tear around the beach,
sand in your hair and toes.
but deep inside you know
it's a simple, sad symbol
for a life going nowhere.
going round and round,
when held up to breeze,
happy, happy, so happy,
as you tear around the beach,
sand in your hair and toes.
but deep inside you know
it's a simple, sad symbol
for a life going nowhere.
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