the dream was good remember the feeling
twirled my body from
no more pecking order, drive me down
little brooms for sweeping,
Carlos lost his way, down a spiral staircase
ain't no rodeo
Henry, you're always fighting
Fighting smoke, fighting fire
Hey look at the
LF is soft today, softer than he was yesterday
oh, yes,
I'm stuck in a room
your stare won't flatter
I'm easily amused
it
Sick and tired of waiting, got you on my mind
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