| My girl with the moonbeam eyes | |
| And the hair like the wind in phantom skies | |
| She got a hole in the corner of the pocket of her blue jean | |
| And an x-ray gaze that’s mind expanding | |
| Summin like a once in a billion | |
| And I just want to say | |
| That life is a kind of game | |
| We’ve all been born to play | |
| Where the wind will blow every emotion | |
| Where a fragile heart | |
| Is easily broken | |
| Well the baby boy is big and strong | |
| With the furrowed brow that’s one week long | |
| He’s got a glint in his eye that’s as bright as a sunbeam | |
| And the Coca Cola eyes as cutting as laser beams | |
| And the magic mind decay that makes me want to say | |
| That life is a kind of game we all get born to play | |
| Like a hand that brings each devotion | |
| Reaching out | |
| And I just want to say | |
| That life is a kind of game | |
| We’ve all been born to play | |
| Where the wind will blow every emotion | |
| Where a fragile heart | |
| Is easily broken |
| My girl with the moonbeam eyes | |
| And the hair like the wind in phantom skies | |
| She got a hole in the corner of the pocket of her blue jean | |
| And an xray gaze that' s mind expanding | |
| Summin like a once in a billion | |
| And I just want to say | |
| That life is a kind of game | |
| We' ve all been born to play | |
| Where the wind will blow every emotion | |
| Where a fragile heart | |
| Is easily broken | |
| Well the baby boy is big and strong | |
| With the furrowed brow that' s one week long | |
| He' s got a glint in his eye that' s as bright as a sunbeam | |
| And the Coca Cola eyes as cutting as laser beams | |
| And the magic mind decay that makes me want to say | |
| That life is a kind of game we all get born to play | |
| Like a hand that brings each devotion | |
| Reaching out | |
| And I just want to say | |
| That life is a kind of game | |
| We' ve all been born to play | |
| Where the wind will blow every emotion | |
| Where a fragile heart | |
| Is easily broken |
| My girl with the moonbeam eyes | |
| And the hair like the wind in phantom skies | |
| She got a hole in the corner of the pocket of her blue jean | |
| And an xray gaze that' s mind expanding | |
| Summin like a once in a billion | |
| And I just want to say | |
| That life is a kind of game | |
| We' ve all been born to play | |
| Where the wind will blow every emotion | |
| Where a fragile heart | |
| Is easily broken | |
| Well the baby boy is big and strong | |
| With the furrowed brow that' s one week long | |
| He' s got a glint in his eye that' s as bright as a sunbeam | |
| And the Coca Cola eyes as cutting as laser beams | |
| And the magic mind decay that makes me want to say | |
| That life is a kind of game we all get born to play | |
| Like a hand that brings each devotion | |
| Reaching out | |
| And I just want to say | |
| That life is a kind of game | |
| We' ve all been born to play | |
| Where the wind will blow every emotion | |
| Where a fragile heart | |
| Is easily broken |
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