for your pleasure
in our present state
part false part true
like anything
we present ourselves
the words we use
tumble
all over
your shoulder
gravelhard and loose
there all night
lying
with your dark horse
hiding
abhorring such extremes
youŽre rubbbing shoulders
with the stars
at night shining si bright
getting older
but youŽll wake up
soon and fight
in the morning
things you worried about
last night
will seem lighter
I hope things
will turn out right
old man -
through every step a change
you watch me wlk away
taraa taraa.........
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