Movin On Up
Looking into the distant sunset
Watching a burning pile of logs float off
Think of the things of past
Sailing under the bridge of life
Missing them, yet glad to see them leave
I can help but hold back
The river from my tear ducts
Everything but my love can get f*ck*d
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