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C. Brown wakes from bedBrushes his teeth and he combs his head for schoolOut the door and down the streetDown to the corner and a bus and some friends that he's supposed to meetBut there, not to his surpriseHis friends have gone and they've told see a lieBut you can walk on with meYou don't even need to say a wordYou don't have to worry about the othersI see (see) him and he runs up fastKicks at the air his friends watch him fall and then laughCharlie really likes his friendsBut in his heart he knows that sometimes a dog is as good as any manTrying to do as we shouldThat doesn't always rhyme with doing what feels goodBut you can sit in the grass; it feels goodYou don't even need to think a wordYou don't have to worry, don't worrySongtexteCharlie there is drawing a gunRight there in the square he's sketched Lucy on the runAims his eye, cocks his headIn a cloud of dust, dear old Lucy's goneCharlie's only trying the golden ruleDraw unto others as they have been drawn to youAnd you can walk on home with meYou don't even need to think a wordYou don't have to worry... Aus Songtexte Mania