[Verse 1] The time of my life, a record of myself An accurate sketch of perfect health Roof on my head, shoes on my feet Plenty of room, plenty to eat Been very far, made lots of friends I love my mother, hope to see her again Im a wanderer now, sorrow befalls me I laugh often so I suppose Im gonna be fine Mozart he said theres nothing to composing And thats all we do, we just Write and play and write and play and write and [Chorus] Here, here and here He pointed to his heart and mind and ears He said here, here and here He pointed to his heart and mind and ears [PostChorus] Oh, oh Oh, oh Oh [Chorus] Here, here and here He pointed to his heart and mind and ears He said here, here and here He pointed to his heart and mind and ears [Outro] Mozart he said theres nothing to composing Here, here and here Yeah, yeah, yeah He pointed to his heart and mind and ears Mozart he said theres nothing to composing Here here and here Yeah, yeah, yeah He pointed to his heart and mind and ears Mozart he said theres nothing to composing Here, here and here Yeah, yeah, yeah He pointed to his heart and mind and ears Mozart he said theres nothing to composing Here here and here Yeah, yeah, yeah He pointed to his heart and mind and ears
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