It's funny how some of our wishes got lost.
Yeah! Even before it could find it's way.
It's funny how people here dont even matter and they are here.
You matter and you are far away. ...
Because I am mad about women
I am mad about the hills,'
Said that wild old wicked man
Who travels where God wills.
'Not to die on the straw at home.
Those hands to close these eyes,
That is all I ask, my dear,
From the old man in the skies.
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