.Chipping at the face, the face that you see
The ladder youâve drawn is as high as the kites on the wind
Oooh where have you been
Cos since Iâve been slipping, what wonders youâve seen
Now that Iâm gone
The ends are untidy and torn into strips
But the morning has brought.
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