I wanna be where the talk of the town
Yeah, and the trees all dance
Make the grass grow green
I'll paint a picture all about
The colors I been dreamin' of
The hours just don't seem enough
Maybe its as strange as it seems
Is that the trouble finds me
That this world is a puzzle
And then I'll rearrange it
And always be as strange as it seems
Nobody ever told me not to try
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