Threads like rubber bands
Have replaced all my wears
She is gone and she locked all the doors
Down the needle like thread enslaved
This was my last chance
And I paid the high dollar
The order of heating the stew
How can a grown man be born like a baby?
Making first things first
Oh, God, would you push back the pain?
I've got stripes that I cannot change
Would you hear me when I complain?
My face to the sky
Call for a life, but I'm asking my hand in the water
But I am already underneath
How can a grown man be born like a baby?
Making first things first
(Ha-ha, ha-ha)
(Ha-ha, ha-ha)
(Ha-ha, ha-ha) ooh-uh
(Ha-ha, ha-ha) uhh
He said, "Sir, I'd like a paper sail boat"
On a Sunday afternoon in the park
Shadows fade and the sunlight it brings
Makes me think how fragile we are
In walks a new man (ha-ha, ha-ha)
He paid the high dollar
Crushing the cyber lasting (ha-ha, ha-ha)
How can a grown man be born like a baby? (Ha-ha, ha-ha)
Making first things (ha-ha, ha-ha)
How can a grown man be born like a baby? (Ha-ha, ha-ha)
Making first things (ha-ha, ha-ha)
How can a grown man be born like a baby? (Ha-ha, ha-ha)
Making first things first
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