For long you live and high you fly
But only if you ride the tide
And balanced on the biggest wave
You race towards an early grave
The lunatic is on the grass. But only if you ride the tide
And balanced on the biggest wave
You race towards an early grave
The lunatic is on the grass.
Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs.
Got to keep the loonies on the path.
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