Ride Until You Canna Ride

The gravity of the situation,

Will glue you to the ground.

And when they look where you lost your balance,

You shall not be found.

You are not around.

Lying there without sound.

For the last time you have clowned,

Around and around and around.

Now you’re just another man down.

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.

 

 

 

 

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