work that tugboat
Struck by lightning
You were old as the hills
And young like the day
How do you feel about
Riding it out?
Writing it out?
We’re meant to lose the people we love?
How do you know?
Well ya taught me what it meant to miss somebody
If you’re looking for a good time
You’re gonna come with me.
You’re gonna slip by me.
Dont want to spend the rest of my life on an iceberg
So better start doing what you’re meant to do, my brother
Work that tugboat
What the hell you waiting for?
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