This started something crazy now I was a plane superhero growing and driving wanting water every hour. And my feet were roots and I kicked butts as they downed my
Styled. So it was weird but the fight lives on
As I drive to get in there face.

In the winter of wet years the streams ran full-freshet, and they swelled the river until sometimes it raged and boiled, bank full, and then it was a destroyer.

Floating in the vast sea with no harbour to look forward to. I would rather float and dream rather than chained to a harbour.

I was very cheap - that&#39;s the way I&#39;d always worked.

Written By Pete Waterman

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