It's a God awful small affair
To the girl with the horsey hair
But her mummy is yelling, "No!"
And her daddy has told her to go
But her friend is no where to be seen
Now she walks through her sunken dream
To the seats with the clearest view
And she's hooked to the green age dream
But the tale is a sadd'ning bore
For she's lived it ten times or more
She could spit in the eyes of fools
As they ask her to focus on
Storm Bulls
Fighting in the giant's wall
Oh man!
Look at those Praxians go
Keith
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