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The time of my life, a record of myself An accurate sketch of perfect health A roof on my head, shoes on my feet Plenty of room, plenty to eat Been very far, made lots of friends And i love my mother, hope to see her again I'm a wanderer now, sorrow befalls me I laugh often so i suppose i'm gonna be fine Mozart he said "there's nothing to composing" And that's all we do We just write and play and write and play and write and... Here, here and here He pointed to his heart and mind and ears He said "here, here and here" He pointed to his heart and mind and ears Here, here and here He pointed to his heart and mind and ears He said "here, here and here" He pointed to his heart and mind and ears Mozart he said "there's nothing to composing" (here, here and here) Yeah, yeah, yeah (he pointed to his heart and mind and ears) Mozart he said "there's nothing to composing" (here here and here) Yeah, yeah, yeah (he pointed to his heart and mind and ears) Mozart he said "there's nothing to composing" (here, here and here) Yeah, yeah, yeah (he pointed to his heart and mind and ears) Mozart he said "there's nothing to composing" (here here and here) Yeah, yeah, yeah (he pointed to his heart and mind and ears)