A velvet fist in an iron glove.
Put a candle in the window, ’cause I feel I’ve got to move.Though I’m going, going, I’ll be coming home soon,’long as I can see the light.Pack my bag and let’s get movin’, ’cause I’m bound to drift a while.When I’m gone, gone, you don’t have to worry long,’long as I can see the light.You're welcome.
Put on the Knitters' "Wrecking Ball." The original, not the new "Return of..."Only problem will be when you blurt out something about "stomping on chickens" in public.
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Put a candle in the window, ’cause I feel I’ve got to move.
Though I’m going, going, I’ll be coming home soon,
’long as I can see the light.
Pack my bag and let’s get movin’, ’cause I’m bound to drift a while.
When I’m gone, gone, you don’t have to worry long,
’long as I can see the light.
You're welcome.
Put on the Knitters' "Wrecking Ball." The original, not the new "Return of..."
Only problem will be when you blurt out something about "stomping on chickens" in public.
Post a Comment