get around i always will ill be driving my life uphill and thats a parallel its all intact im in you should never give up theres no exclusive cover up music like the beat of our hearts its just a tree its just a street the ground so wet you can almost see yourself in it smell the autumn leaves you can almost tell this must be real i move a step another discovery the plain is vast and the people are tiny im on my floor almost at my room i think i wont go to bed this soon i switch the channel i jump into a scene the cimbalom player playing in the big street he moves his hammers on the strings so fierce a song about the shadow in the big street resonating in the streets the sound of the hammering theme all the spirits of the past are sung too at last give that gypsy girl some dough so she dont cast her spells on yall standing like a doll on a string and wiggle your head if you give the dog a bone hell still find his way back home you are not even half there and youre in a state buy some flowers for your girl tell her that the battles been fought tell her that youve been far enough and that youre willing to get around i always will ill be driving my life uphill and thats a parallel its all intact im in you should never give up theres no exclusive cover up music like the beat of our hearts