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The days of thunder sometimes i wonder, is life going to take me under, the thunder brangs the rain full of drastic pain, for a plastic brain, my head feels empty to simply apply my mind with emotions to follow my heart with devotion. My life in motion where it can't stop i listen to hip hop to get drunk and then flop the music in life stops, only to be alert this guy is a jerk, he's rich with perks his old lady always flirt, to tell him that his feelings gone get hurt, was her love well worth it. The days of thunder can speak chines only to speak to me, how would it be, if my destiny was dead, took to shots to the head now he's in jail, oh well he was too drunk to spell his name his mind of flames can't be tamed he is looking for fame, his life in pain to drank some liquor to figure his way out of debt, he always made bets, i am surprised he's not dead yet. No need to sweat, we got what's next a ship full cash just crashed on a jet, lets catch a ride to go to the crash site, the night is our night, to make things right so we can afford the night life, that comes with a price not nothing nice, aii the time to be in a fight for the light of the night. The days of thunder when it always storm the night is early i am just getting warm, here comes the storm blowing through the door give me a couple of shots with a lot of beer, everybody cheers, as they feel out of their chairs, no one cares only to stare a beautiful woman to spare, i am up in the sky playing with thunder, this drank is going to take me under the moon, i am going to pass out soon, like a flat balloon. The days of thunder as i am getting old, as time pass by the party days i sold.

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