Bye Bye Baby

Gotta live gotta die, gotta sit down

Gotta burn, gotta yearn, get my feet down,

In the prime of a sign there’s a let down,

But a road always knows when to leave town.

Gotta burn gotta yearn, gotta get down,

Gotta go, gotta, go gotta gotta sit,

And then I know, ……………………..

In the no good grasp of the home made kind,

I got a ghost of the coast in the back of my mind,

And when the time shoots go,

Then I’ll know………………….

Then I’ll explode……………

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