Falling, down to the ground, ground, how hard it seems
Falling, always falling
Falling, always falling, in the snow
Why is the world round?
Why is holy and all the things
In between those things?
When we all went insane
When we all carried our brains on the ground
I wish I could talk to you
And do all the things you do
Wish I could talk to you
Wish I could talk to you
And do the things that you do
Yes I do, yes I do
Yes, yes, yes, no, no, no
Don't say I will love you so much
More than before, I don't know how
I don't know why I am singing
Around the same old thing
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