Vintage 70s - anal diary part8

Gone back to the sun, music but sunspun

Lost are its songs

Dusty, dusty, tattered and torn, All of the toys I played with.

Out of tune, my little tin horn, All of my memories shattered and gone.

Save your tears, my lost little friends Gone the years when all of us knew

Days of no beginnings nor ends

All the maple trees, butterflies and bees vanished away

Nasty, dusty, tattered and torn

All of the toys I've played with

Out of tune, my little timbore

All of my memories shattered and gone

And said we always had lots of fun

Now I'm beginning to see

That you're just like that with anyone

So I'm not living here, I'll tell ya

♪ More than me ♪

♪ Don't you take it off your lips ♪

And face the truth in what you do

It's a game that you play

♪ Time to get away from you ♪

So here we are in 2025

With a mojo injection, I'm very much alive

In fact I'm going out with the boys tonight

The boys of the Backstreet Fist

And maybe later on we'll do the interplanetary test

Well, the people of the 21st century ain't never seen a rock 'n' roller

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