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I'm sentimental, so I walk in the rain I've got some habits, even I can't explain Go to the corner, I end up in Spain Why try to change me now? I sit and daydream, I've got daydreams galore Cigarette ashes, there they go on the floor Go away weekends, leave my keys in the door Why try to change me now? Why can't I be more conventional? People talk and they stare, so I try But that can't be, 'cause I can't see My strange little world just go passing me by Let people wonder Let 'em laugh, let 'em frown You know I'll love you 'til the moon's upside down Don't you remember I was always your clown? Why try to change me now?
Jun 2, 2024

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