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Scrimshaw
The Original Band
44: EVERYBODY
Walking through the park one night
I'd sure love to avoid a fight.
Three Mr. Karates sure can bite.
Maybe if I wasn't me,
They wouldn't call me ugly.
Opinions are my destiny
My destiny, my destiny, my destiny.
When the rain
Drips on my shoulders
I cannot feel
The splashing and so
How I am
As I get older
Allows me to see
The way that I grow.
Now and then we loose our sight
Without direction take to flight
But you'll never see black turn white.
Maybe if I wasn't me,
They wouldn't call me ugly.
Opinions are my destiny
My destiny, my destiny, my destiny.
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