| Lowest low of all the girls you sang your songs with silver swirls
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| making it up as you went along — you swam some.
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| I stick my music in your ears, pull you out of your silver tears
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| yet the lows you know, you long to go, are still some.
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| But there’s a breeze that can blow out all your fears.
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| Your folks won’t know if you act over your years
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| so rock 'n' roll your ears!
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| Like a see-saw, like a yo yo,
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| like a see-saw, up and down.
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| Like a see-saw, like a yo yo,
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| like a see-saw, up and down.
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| Yes, scream and shout, just don’t stay down.
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| Kids you know don’t know the ropes, they live their lives in naive surprise.
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| You’ve heard the songs, you’ve read the books, you’ve been there.
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| Hanging out with the same friends the ones you met at a sorry end.
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| You shout and scream but they’re not so mean. |
| You stay there.
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| And you won’t be going outside again, you say to yourself.
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| But the music will now let you be yourself.
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| With your friends you are again
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| like a see-saw, like a yo yo,
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| like a see-saw, up and down.
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| Like a see-saw, like a yo yo,
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| like a see-saw, up and down.
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| Yes, there’s walls around you, blocking out the view.
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| But the music lifts you up. |
| But will it be enough? |
| No Like a see-saw, like a yo yo,
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| like a see-saw, up and down.
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| Like a see-saw, like a yo yo,
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| like a see-saw, up and down. |