Maybe the sky's fallin' down around the babies,
Maybe the world is gonna spin out of control,
What if I quit today workin' for the man,
Who said I've had enough, well maybe I can,
It's all gonna end anyway.
Tell me doctor, what's the cure for the wicked man's blues?
When the sky falls to the sea,
When the wind blows through the trees,
I want to ride the Dragonfly
Within the fires of Dragonfly
I'll be there before you know
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