Rolling
When things get to rolling
You’ll know exactly
How I’ve been holding
On, through all these days
And I know, I’ve been away
For how long, I can’t say
And I’ll make tomorrow
Just by surviving this day
When things get to rolling
You’ll know exactly
How I’ve been holding
On, through all these days
Along with change
Becomes a seasons delay
And I know now
Though you wish me here
That I can’t stay
Days are keeping me away
When things get to rolling
You’ll know exactly
How I’ve been holding
On, through all these days
And though you see
The things
That I’ve become
You touch me still
And it won’t be long
Until I’m all wrong
And though you see
All these things
That I’ve become
You touch me still
And it won’t be long
Until I’m all wrong
When things get to rolling
You’ll know exactly
How I’ve been holding
On, through all these days
And all these nights
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