Not yanked, pulled, or grabbed, just gently falling all around me. My thicker than average mane once topped the charts at 150,000 to be sure. Now? It is amazing, how much can blow away in the breeze with no sign of a struggle. See you next spring...
O'Hair, O'Hair air air
Where will it lead us from here er er er.
All our dreams we held so close.
Seemed to all go up in smoke.
I hate that sadness in your eye yi yi.
O'Hair, Oh oh hair
Where will it lead us from here er er er.
(forgive me Rolling Stones)
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