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TWANGING IN TIME

Sunday goes, Monday comes...
The sun goes down
The moon's a bum
Giving us so little light
To stumbled on in the dark night...

Ramble on
Stumble on
Be someone
Look to the sun

Make energy with moving wind
Make music with your band again
Next year, you will still be found
Rocking and rolling on Helix ground.


9/4/2012 0530 cj


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TWANGING IN TIME