The life in me just flows sometimes and makes me very lively
I jump, I leap, then fall asleep, whilst dreaming of you nightly
I sometimes dance with joy and then I can't control my feet
Doing the samba, spreading the joy, up and down the street
The life in me just flops sometimes, I am a couch potato
Sitting in a stupor formed by too much fatty vapour
Watching loads of telly whilst my body molds in layers
Knowing that I'm really just one of a million players
The life in me can take it's time developing a case
And decorate my world with long expressions on my face
For all my life's a circle, like a roundabout of time
The only thing I know for sure, is it's far from sublime
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