( SA Broughton )
I got things on my mind, growin' wings on my time,
and my life is flyin' by and changin'. Might I see
you by and by,
just the once before we all die, though heaven
is gonna be a sight for eyes it's deranging.
An I'm gettin' restless in this room the things
you're doing are gonna do me in.
Somebody's gonna have to rescue me.
Or there'll be nothing to
choose between Bonaparte and you.
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