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Text: Rush. Seven And Seven Is.

When I was a boy, I thought about the times I'd be a man
I'd sit inside the bottle and pretend that I was in a cam
In my lonely room, I'd set my mind on an ice cream cone
You can throw me if you wanna 'cause I'm a bone and I go

Oop-ip-ip oop-ip-ip, yeah

If I don't start cryin' it's because that I have got no eyes
My father's in the fireplace, my dog lies hypnotized
Through a crack of light, I was unable to find my way
Trapped inside a night but I'm a day and I go

Oop-ip-ip oop-ip-ip, yeah

When I was a boy, I thought about the times I'd be a man
I'd sit inside the bottle and pretend that I was in a cam
Through a crack of light, I was unable to find my way
Trapped inside a night but I'm a day and I go

Oop-ip-ip oop-ip-ip, yeah