I got the Rona blues I got the Rona blues I put on my shoes I start singing some tunes I got the Rona blues
I got a wildfire You’re my heart’s desire Everything’s wrong But I’m still singing my song I got a wildfire
I can’t breathe Under your knee I come up for air But just inhale despair I can’t breathe
Oakland, California
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Restless waiting I stop to listen Silent music Turning, spinning, dancing It’s beating A piece is missing But I know where I put it A lovely theater It fits, but it’s broken Is this a fantasy