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Sometimes it’s lying on a beach Or down an alley out of reach. Trash, I love it. What other people throw away I try to save for a rainy day. Trash, I love it. You see I wasn’t born with much ‘Cept the sun and the moon and such, So I handle it all carefully. Trash is everything to me. The busted strings and ragged ends, The broken things that no one mends. Trash, I love it. The schemes that only last a day, The games I’m just too old to play. Trash, I love it. But when I feel I’m wearing thin, Regretting things that might have been, I settle down quite peaceably. Trash is everything to me. Sometimes I think I’d like to fly, Touch a star or reach the sky. Trash, I love it. But every dream that slips away The fact that gets me through the day Trash, I love it. It’s not that I don’t understand, But when the great things that I’ve planned Just get wrecked eventually, Trash, it’s everything to me. |
