Folk song written, performed and produced by Sean Ferree
Ooooo Ooooo
For every up…there is a down
For every smile…there is a frown
People in exile…there is a crown
Ooooo Ooooo
The water fills the gaps until we drown
The palace…and the sinking town
Air seals the cracks, there is no sound
Throw the ball…it comes back around
It will come back around
Ooooo Ooooo
Thieved by the thieves, mischief don’t believe
Relief or relived...I still got blood to bleed
Ooooo Ooooo
Throw the ball…it comes back around
It will come back around
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