Pa, parara, papa, Pa, parara, papa, Papa, parara, papa,
Sixty at twenty one The girl has risen the sun It's a paint mornin' now That the fog is
It's a bright, dumb founded (Hey) She down out on the lawn And the new day And turns to confront the
And down, the little All away Don't it you want to cry all day? And gone, washed by the (Pa, parara, papa, pararara) (Pa, parara, papa, pararara) Crushed by the (Pa, parara, papa, pararara) It's the land end and the day begins
"Is normal?" She asks allowed As she through the crowd Through her And her strong morning
It seems that life's not correct (Hey) From the observation And she frozen in her bus seat All the way
And down, the town All locked Don't it make you to cry all day? And gone, washed by the (Pa, parara, papa, pararara) (Pa, parara, papa, pararara) by the clouds (Pa, parara, papa, pararara) It's the land end and the day begins Ooh
Statues and The fallen leaves (Hey) The and hours yea As ours gently
And down, the little (Pa, parara, papa, pararara) (Pa, parara, papa, pararara) All away (Pa, parara, papa, pararara) Don't it you want to cry all day? And gone, by the wind (Pa, parara, papa, pararara) (Pa, parara, papa, pararara) Crushed by the (Pa, parara, papa, pararara) It's the land end and the day begins
And down, the town (Pa, parara, papa, pararara) (Pa, parara, papa, pararara) All squared (Pa, parara, papa, pararara) it make you want to cry all day? And gone, yea (Pa, parara, papa, pararara) (Pa, parara, papa, pararara) (Pa, parara, papa, pararara) Yea, yea, yea (Pa, parara, papa, pararara) (Pa, parara, papa, pararara) it make you, cry, cry, cry all day Ooh