"Whimsical Ways" genre: Folk
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	Credits: Elizabeth Ann Bruce
	Lyrics Some say that the whimsical ways I look at my days are merely plays Acted by the overactive imagination of my youth Who is the person responsible for this, Who can I cherish and praise? Beautiful ideas planted, beautiful things in my head Hoping my mind will stay open and free for eternity You say that I'm one of a kind But really I've just lost my mind And extras are so hard to find I'm searching and failing Who knows what kind of drugs they fed to my mother On her life-giving day Who knows what kind of crazy drugs they fed to my mother On October 8th Some say that the whimsical ways I look at my days are merely lays Sung by the overactive imagination of my youth Who is the person responsible for this, Who can I throttle and maim? Terrible ideas planted, terrible things in my head Quiet angry voices I never quite hear that fill me with fear You think that I'm one of a kind But really I've just lost my mind And extras are so hard to come by Searching and failing Who knows what kind of drugs (etc.) Some say that the whimsical ways I look at my days are here to stay Some say that the whimsical ways I see will die

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