Dec 9
Fist full of lightening
Head in the clouds
There is no denying
I make a thunderous sound
When in my selfishness
I don't get my way
Aren't we all more or less
A slave to this trade
Head in the clouds
There is no denying
I make a thunderous sound
When in my selfishness
I don't get my way
Aren't we all more or less
A slave to this trade
(Sunny Florida)
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