She got down but she never got tired She's gonna make it through the night |
I pulled over to the side of road to drink in some fading winter sunlight, sparkling on the bay. And Blinded by the Light was playing on the radio. When my restless spirit calmed down, I thought, this is how death must feel. Like you gently fade away into a radiant pool of light.
Mama always told me not to look into the sights of the sun
Oh, but mama that's where the fun is!
Oh, but mama that's where the fun is!
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