Now is not a good time to leave me on my own
And leave with a memory of a good time
I've always let the movement of the trees
Find me a place where I can watch the breeze

And counting the minutes - 1 2 3 and 4
Keeping good company, so what are you crying for?
I've always let the turning of the screw
Find me a place that I can mold into

People can change and often come and go
But I'm wait in flats for the long cold
I'll always love the summer until I die
Find me a place where miracle birds fly by


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Cyrk song meanings
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