Cold world

This world is full of cold shoulders and blocked noses

Heavy hearts and long faces

I play my cards with all aces

No more holding back

I need the bag

Like I’m back packing through Europe

Just another traveller on the open road

I told the world I’m going left at the to.e she going down was right and

Going up was out of reach

Not even in arms reach

I grab my dreams with both hands

Holding on like my life depended on it

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