Stroke Song

Cultivating January tongue
Cold as it is, I don't see all the fuss
I've booked myself into the national trust
Blow a kiss out of an empty lung

Mother told me, "boy, your song has been sung"
Be it as it may, I will scream disrepair
With pain in my skin and bliss in my hair
I can't be stopped so long as I'm young



Credits
Writer(s): Derrek Estrella
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