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The world goes round and here I stand/ stuck in the ground while making great plans/ Trying my hardest to make life happen/ My world started spinning and I heard a strange laughin'/ The world got a good chuckle and said I best get crackin',/ Because there's no plan that is known that makes life your own,/ it just kinda gets goin', without you quite knowin'./ These are the words that are meant for planning do gooders/ but don't mean much of anything unless you’re a doing do do-er.