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LYRICS (inspired by the poem "Carry this Stuff" by Terry Yates)
It's alright, to leave your stuff behind
otherwise it might fall into your eyes.
Some people have stuff piled up in their heads,
it falls into their mouths and then falls
right back out again.
It's alright, to leave your stuff behind
otherwise it might fall into your eyes.
Some people have stuff piled under their feet,
they tread it round, up and down,
all around the street.
You don't have to worry about what you chose or what you've done.
All you have to carry is the thought that we're here
just once.
You don't have to worry about what you lose or what you've won.
All you have to carry is the thought that we're here
just once.
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