Nov 2019
The West is calling me home,
the wind is blowing me north,
the tides are rolling me east,
there's a home within the ebb
and flow, the constant change
I'm a rolling stone
the wind is blowing me north,
the tides are rolling me east,
there's a home within the ebb
and flow, the constant change
I'm a rolling stone
(Los Angeles)
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