Born a cold dark day in winter,
Somewhere in Indiana I grew up.
That's there that I started being.
Being somebody, somewhere, somehow.
Born to be someone,
Heal the world was my aim.
Never content, I wanted more.
More, more,more and more again.
So much that in London I died.
After fifty years,
Of being someone
I was dead, again.
I walked on the moon,
I did something of my life.
All this to not be forgotten.
Hopeless, I'll be forgotten.
Born a lonely warm day in summer,
In Indiana I grew up with my family.
Dead a cold dark day in winter,
In heaven, somewhere, I'm leaving.
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