So many things on earth I'd like to do
But little grains they slip and slip away,
And I spend all my time just loving you.
A bit self-conscious, do you know yourself?
A little lonely, are you here alone?
D'you think you might be left up on the shelf,
Abandoned well when everyone has flown?
Perhaps ambitions that which ties you down
And stops you living life right to the full?
The things you want they should not make you frown,
Nor should they be a weight you have to pull.
These plans they might be just mirrors and smoke,
And all your mammoth efforts be a joke.
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