And find my way again, I've lost my way again. The crystal lake, it only laughs, it knows you're just a modern man. It's shining like the chandelier, shining somewhere far away from here.
So I've fled Chicago for the week for the great state of Iowa. I've lost my way again and I am just a modern man.
What else has lost its way: it seems my latest paycheck lost its way to the bank? #@$@#.
1 comment:
Merry Christmas Mr. Thompson.
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