Got my feet on and
well, they ain’t half bad
bit a rust on them worn out plates
but they ain’t no worse then the off-balanced splintered
plank of wood I got to slap on
Got my feet back and
there ain’t no pain
aches are gone, fear is cracking
tape may be worn out
but the bug is swimmin’
the virus slowly infectin’
watchin’ them glory days I never quite hit it in
but I knew, and I still know,
I just gotta listen for the rhythm

 

 

 

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(written on computer)