Everybody grab a string
Today is your big day
Three people shouting round you
Two knees to fall upon
Once the colored sky is broken in and you are rained upon
Dirt and dust cannot get in the way
The sun burns harder on the skin
The green is distant but it's greener
And who you choose to lay a weary head upon
May be the last time in their life, so lay it well
It is Now and it is Later
It is Sweet Tart
It is 3 Musketeers who don't see eye to eye
It is the Hundred Grand that you let pass you by
Everybody pull your strings together
Squash the cardboard heart and hear it splatter
Fill your bag and bear your teeth in the heated hailstorm
Once the colored sky is broken in and you are rained upon
The nights seem shorter either way
The dreams do not stop getting weirder
And who you choose to lay a weary head upon
May hold you tighter knowing they need you as well
It is Now and it is Later
It is Sweet Tart
It is the Airheads flicking you off on the road
It is not caring knowing your left turn was right
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