Friday, May 6, 2011

Dancin' on the winding way

Dancin' on the winding way

I've really got no place to stay

no roof to cover my poor head

I want to take back what I said

the words that seemed so funny then

I do not want to hear again

I would go to a better place

away from here, away from space

and never would I shout again

if I could learn to be a true friend

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