I will walk out the gates to cheers and trumpets and drums and cymbals
And I’ll feel so high, natural, I’m released from the struggle – but does it continue?…Nobody knows…
I’ll see my girlfriend and my little girl, swoop them up and shower them with my love
And the sun’s blazing and there’s food lining the street
Curry-goat [...]
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