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"There's a slender boy with his waking limbs And a crooked smile and a hand that hes holding While he's wonderin', "Will I ever be like him?" And he tilts his head as to see as high as the, Towering man that's standin' by his side And hes hopeful, and proud of him The silence cries as the butterflies are filin' by the old stone wall Thats standin' so strong, protecting a home Where a senile king is suffering through an, Empty life that just keeps living on And he don't know why this is happenin' And hes askin': Where'd I go wrong? I cant recall... The silence draws nearer, nearer Where'd I go wrong? I cant recall... Now, the boy had grown to be tall and thin He slowly climbed the walls and golfed with a passion Forgotten by all that had grown old And he made his way down the brush grown path To find that house owned by the bearded old man With a crown made of paper and glass, glass With a crown made of paper and glass Where'd I go wrong? I cant recall... The silence draws nearer, nearer Where'd I go wrong? I cant recall..." |