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Meg & Dia

The time of my life, a record of myself
An accurate sketch of perfect health
A roof on my head, shoes on my feet
Plenty of room, plenty to eat

Been very far, made lots of friends
And I love my mother, hope to see her again
IÂ?m a wanderer now, sorrow befalls me
I laugh often so I suppose IÂ?m gonna be fine

Mozart he said Â?thereÂ?s nothing to composingÂ?
And thatÂ?s all we do
We just write and play and write and play and write and...

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He pointed to his heart and mind and ears
He said Â?here, here and hereÂ?
He pointed to his heart and mind and ears

Here, here and here
He pointed to his heart and mind and ears
He said Â?here, here and hereÂ?
He pointed to his heart and mind and ears

Mozart he said Â?thereÂ?s nothing to composingÂ?
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Yeah, yeah, yeah
(He pointed to his heart and mind and ears)
Mozart he said Â?thereÂ?s nothing to composingÂ?
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Yeah, yeah, yeah
(He pointed to his heart and mind and ears)

Mozart he said Â?thereÂ?s nothing to composingÂ?
(Here, here and here)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(He pointed to his heart and mind and ears)
Mozart he said Â?thereÂ?s nothing to composingÂ?
(Here here and here)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(He pointed to his heart and mind and ears)