Monday, December 26, 2005

Smirk

They thought I'd shrink away and hide.
But what do they know?
What do they know?
I sing a song they never thought to hear again.
I play the game with the best of 'em.

They thought I'd lose it,
thought I'd miss it,
thought I'd soil myself with fear like so long ago.
But I play the game with the best of 'em
I walk the path they didn't think to find me on.

They thought I'd be crying,
thought I'd be running,
thought I'd be losing,
But what do they know?
They didn't think the floods would come again
They didn't think the torrential winds would rise.

But what do they know?
They thought I'd hide.
All that time in the ground, and they didn't think I'd grow.
But I play the game with the best of 'em.

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