Michael Jordan Touchdown Pass
Ill-Planned and Feeling Ill
Some see this as one big messBut if I repress I might say the sameI spot you from across the roadLooking like you know just how I feelIt's one of those kinds of days I swearWhere we don't get nowhere'Cause our heads are filledWith the dying stages of what we filledOur blood with last nightAn addiction killedBy our collision with the sun we thoughtMight never come againI've heard that it's a small worldBut if that were true my walk would be overEach shadow car another pair of eyesAnd they're all slowing downAnd this one could be trouble'Cause we got something to hideSo I say it shook us up a little bitAnd we'll neglect the notionThat we don't want thisBut I'll feel fine in the morning'Cause I'm always feeling fine in the morning, in the morning!Letras de cancionesWhen our heads are filledWith the dying stages of what we filledOur blood with last nightAn addiction killedBy our collision with the sun we thoughtMight never come again
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