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Last night I got chased on down the hall
Rolling down like a cannonball
It ended up on out in the yard
And attached to the back was a postcard

I didn't read it 'coz I hate goodbyes
I couldn't read it 'coz it stung my eyes
My feet were hard from the cold cement
But I've still got the stamps from the letter you sent

I will find a way
To get on
If it takes all day
On and on

Spin me out I'm feeling as light as a feather
Count me out I'm breathing better than ever
Wring me out I'm soaked right through to the bone
Put me in to get second wind again

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