And Bon_Yovi euphoria continues...
this time in Blaze of Glory:
You ask about my consience
And I offer you my soul
You ask If I'll grow to be a wise man
Well I ask if I'll grow old
You ask me if I known love
And what it's like to sing songs in the rain
Well,I've seen love come
And I've seen it shot down
I've seen it die in vain
Shot down in a blaze of glory...
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Ideas are clean. They soar in the serene supernal. i can take them out and look at them, they fit in books, they lead me down that narrow way. and in the morning they are there. Ideas are straight-- But the world is round, and a messy mortal is my friend. Come walk with me in the mud.
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