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I could tell you the wildest of tales My friend the giant and traveling sales Tell you all the times that I failed The years all behind me The stories exhaled. And I'm drying out Crying out This isn't how I go I could tell you of a man not so tall Who said life's a circus and so we are small Tell you of a girl that I saw I froze in the moment and she changed it all And I'm drying out Crying out This isn't how I go Hurry now Lay me down And let these waters flow Flow... Son I am not everything you thought that I would be But every story I have told is part of me And you keep the air in my lungs Floating along as a melody comes And my heart beats like timpani drums Keeping the time while a symphony strums And I'm drying out Crying out This isn't how I go Hurry now Lay me down And let these waters flow... Flow.... Let it flow Let it flow Son I am not everything you thought that I would be But every story I have told is part of me Son I leave you now but you have so much more to do And every story I have told is part of you
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