My brain is a piñata
You keep hitting and missing
What are we celebrating today
They've put a hood on me
And I am blindly swinging
Which makes me happy
To hear them laughing
And finally a strike
My life pours out
In souvenirs and candy
I rush to retrieve
I'm only five or six
And fixed in a childhood
I will never leave
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