Still I'm glad
My case is safe, it's almost blind
Blowing in the wind, blowing in my mind
I got style, I got my pride
Misery's surfing on my side
Still I'm glad,
I'm glad, for the youth that I had
Way more sensible, say no more,
cradle's laying on the floor
Blowing in the wind, blowing in my mind
I got style, I got my pride
Misery's surfing on my side
Still I'm glad,
I'm glad, for the youth that I had
Way more sensible, say no more,
cradle's laying on the floor
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