Sometimes life hold on the rope.
Every place you leave, even home.
You run off your fear fine.
Don’t loose your chance - smokin’ ace.
Soon… You’ll got used to road.
Used to rain, used to flow.
You run off your fear fine.
Don’t loose your chance - smokin’ ace.
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