I don't feel like I'm slipping through the center of the earth.
The molten core won't char my shoes
And singe my hair.
No more quicksand paved roads
******* me in like a hungry mouth with no teeth.
Hydroplaning is a thing of the past,
Because it's not raining on my parade anymore.
Sep 4, 2014
Sep 4, 2014 at 9:57 PM UTC
I don't feel like I'm slipping through the center of the earth.
The molten core won't char my shoes
And singe my hair.
No more quicksand paved roads
******* me in like a hungry mouth with no teeth.
Hydroplaning is a thing of the past,
Because it's not raining on my parade anymore.
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