The Last Black Man In San Francisco (Wounded Warrior)

de Emile Mosseri

All through this painful fantasy
I make my way with you
In in this endless melody
I don’t have to be confused
And when the sparklers and the kites
Light up the screen tonight

Do you remember what it’s like
To hold my hand driving through the night
And there’s a sadness that’s in store
Cause I can’t be your bloodboy anymore
But when our ocean finds it’s shore
You’ll be running through my veins that’s for sure

Hold on its just a feeling
Hold on always a feeling
Once was always a feeling
Hold on hold on

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