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Once in the spring of my twenty-fourth year I had nothing to say With a dangling promise and a terrible past I threw all the words away We were born to hum You were the last in my twenty-fourth year To make a demand of my voice I tickled your ear and I laughed in your face I gave you my choice We were born to hum We were born to hum Hum Hum So as a gradual running A kinda relief Settles on my face Once in a while I complain to myself Nothing gets done Nothing's in place I, I would rather hum I, I would rather hum Hum Hum Hum From Letras Mania