Anyone would love to have a greater gig in the sky. Wouldn't you? So make for it. It's only you who decide. I won't do an encore, I won't return after you scream, I won't get back if you wish. This is my dream and this is my voice, hear it before it gets hoarse, before it gets rusty, before it gets dusty, before it gets bold, but cold and old, so you just have been told that your ears will turn gold if my voice is not sold yet. You can always fold before you play. Break the mold, this is my day. Make the things I asked you for. Grow the love I planted you before. Love the love and I will give you more. Fuck it and I'll kick you out the door.
Is it a love, life or loaf song?
Lovely :)
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