A well worn path I travelled on,
Back and forth from home to school,
And all those days I dreamed upon
How it would be if I were cool.
But well worn paths now here’s the thing,
They run the same no matter what,
And back and forth us kids to bring
Felt to me like such a rut.
Now well worn paths I do declare
Get me thinking once and a while,
And in this lifetime it seems fair,
I must admit it’s been my style.
Yes, well worn paths I have followed
Although myself I’ve tried to fool;
Yet, with these pills I’ve just swallowed,
I’m thinking now I’m pretty cool.
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