Hitting the cruise control
Taking life where ever the balls end up
At the end our souls
Our egos are all balled up
Living like fish
All mauled up
Spouting ideas out
As they all crawl up
From our hearts
All called up
By the whim of our minds
All fogged up
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Author:
Noah (
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Comments1
Sounds a bit like a rap
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