Casey, we were all wrong
We were timid 'cause we had the time
We were thinkin' 'bout which hills to climb
And we all sang your song
The one you wrote by the riverside
'Bout fillin' bottles with fireflies
Chorus:
Was it off the top of my head
The top of my head has grown cold
And we all know what we've done
Casey, we were all wrong
No we didn't mean to leave you there
Pulling flowers from your greying hair
So we all song your song
It was easy cause the words all rhymed
The we freed all the fireflies
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