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Did you get my last call Regarding the new glass ball Oh so sound Shiny shiny balls of gold How I wish that I never grow old Oh so So they say How are things today Hold on wait up They take me overseas So they say How are things today Hold on wait up Where I want to be These hands are made for picking dandelions My feet are mine to walk on grass Sunday morning wakes up Bring my stairs down for a cupa Oh so sound Wish my time was more like yours But arrogance is grasping my source Oh so So they say How are things today Hold on wait up They take me overseas So they say How are things today Hold on wait up Where I want to be God forgotten the common people like you And they would never ask me for the truth The truth We would go back eighty years Share our laughs and cherish our tears Oh so So they say How are things today Hold on wait up They take me overseas So they say How are things today Hold on wait up Where I want to be...