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Okay...
Just a little pin prick
There'll be no more-- ahhh!
But you may feel a little sick
Can you stand up?
I do believe it working-- good
That'll keep you going for the show
Come on, it's time to go
There is no pain; you are receeding
A distant ship's smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move, but I can't hear what you're saying
When I was a child, I caught a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye
I turned to look, but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now
The child is grown
The dream is gone
Just a little pin prick
There'll be no more-- ahhh!
But you may feel a little sick
Can you stand up?
I do believe it working-- good
That'll keep you going for the show
Come on, it's time to go
There is no pain; you are receeding
A distant ship's smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move, but I can't hear what you're saying
When I was a child, I caught a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye
I turned to look, but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now
The child is grown
The dream is gone