Sorry I'm Late, I had trouble getting here I met a man, yes another strange one I was standing, Looking up at the thunderclouds He said he was, the man who keeps the sky What kind of people are these Who put more value on property than people Who put their wealth before their wisdom Who fill the air with dust and all these poisons I can carry, the sound with my bare hands Of the ships bells passing in the night I tend to the roofgardens of the world Rest your tears, let me show you how to make it rain The path of life is not…
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