| THE DAYS TICK BY, THE HOURS PASS LIKE THE WIND WHIRLING THROUGH TIME AND STILL I AM CONFUSED MANY OF THE FEARS HAVE GONE BUT STILL THE BARS ARE BOLTED I'M LOCKED AWAY DEEP WITHIN DEEP WITHIN A RUSTIC MIND YOU EXPECTED ME FULL OF CHEER LAUGHTER ALL AROUND NEVER TAKE THE TIME TO UNDERSTAND THE DEPRESSION OF ONES MIND AH, BUT THERE BE MANY THINGS CLOUDING UP YOUR TIME WHERE AM I, WHO AM I EACH DAY IS PASSING BY YOU TOOK THE TIME TO PURCHASE A BOLT CUTTER TODAY AH, BUT ALL YOU DID WAS PACK IT FAR AWAY EMOANTONY 1985 |
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