Though you might hear laughin', spinnin', swingin' madly across the sun,
It's not aimed at anyone, it's just escapin' on the run
And but for the sky there are no fences facin'.
And if you hear vague traces of skippin' reels of rhyme
To your tambourine in time,
it's just a ragged clown behind,
I wouldn't pay it any mind,
it's just a shadow you're Seein' that he's chasing.
HEY
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