feel the sun on my neck,
shining on me on the deck,
i hear the breeze,
it's rustling the trees.
see the birds fly away,
across the town and across the bay,
think about the life you've led,
as you lay on your deathbed.
your legacy will live on,
until the last dawn,
you will be know as the great,
but you were used as bait.
Oct 17, 2017
Oct 17, 2017 at 1:04 PM UTC
feel the sun on my neck,
shining on me on the deck,
i hear the breeze,
it's rustling the trees.
see the birds fly away,
across the town and across the bay,
think about the life you've led,
as you lay on your deathbed.
your legacy will live on,
until the last dawn,
you will be know as the great,
but you were used as bait.
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