Lets go into the sun
Let me put my sunscreen on
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8 O’clock on a Sunday night
Squad ready up and fight
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Pour a whisky on the rocks
Sitting in a sorrow
What happened to the kid in me
Being happy and giddy
Wanting to be like Mike
But here I am, rocking a mic
Wondering what my life will be like

Fueled by the fiery finding of gold
Gushing through my fingers,
I have to have it.

Greedy for the find, what a steal,
It's mine,
I've got to have it!

Time seems to quicken, and my body suddenly stiffens
when the word love is mentioned...
Feelings bully my conscious.
That's a poem for later

What a game I'd never like to play
The edges on my thoughts are rather rough today