And these little pieces, I 've held them so long
And still I don't know, where they all belong
Some, they might find their way into a song
As for the rest, well I wonder...
And as for mistakes, I've made plenty I guess
Broken hearts, busted teeth, all of the rest
Hoping the next chance won't be like the rest
And not turn into one more blunder
When I was a boy, well I didn't much care
About why I was where I was how I got there
But as I grew older I became aware
Of all of these little pieces
Don't tell her I told you, but she's sort of shy
I know I've embarrassed her plenty of times
But she's still around, guess I'll never know why
Maybe some spell that she's under
When I was a boy, well I didn't much care
About why I was where I was how I got there
But as I grew older I became aware
Of all of these little pieces
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When I was a boy, well I didn't much care
About why I was where I was how I got there
But as I grew older I became aware
Of all of these little pieces
And these little pieces, I 've held them so long
And still I don't know, where they all belong
Some, they might find their way into a song
As for the rest, well I wonder...