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 If all my days were hills to climb, and circles without reason

 If all I was, was passing time, my life was just a season

Dares and dreams and silly schemes, and fillies running freely

 I was young and no song was sung, that didn't sound appealing

 I'd have my fun with a shy girl, and maybe hop a train

 And I'd look back at her standing in the rain

Dirty hands and root beer stands, and money like a river

 Making deals to see how it feels, to get more than you're giving

 I'd have my fun with a gambling man, and bluff him with my face

 And it's drinks for everybody in the place

 If all my days were hills to climb and circles without reason

 If all I was, was passing time, my life was just a season

 If all my days were hills to climb and circles without reason

 If all I was, was passing time, my life was just a season

Shouting crowds and mummers shrouds, and people going crazy

 Always said what was in their heads, it surely was amazing

 I had my fun in the bull ring, and never got a scar

 It really wasn't hard to be a star

 If all my days were hills to climb, and circles without reason

 If all I was, was passing time, my life was just a season

 If all I was, was passing time, my life was just a season