Great balls of fire medly

I woke up angry at the world today,

My hope was gone, and my love far away.

I couldn’t help but try to figure out,

Why my happiness was fly-flying south.

All the pieces of the sky broke down,

I tried to work my way back to town.

Problem is, I own them money,

I lost my suitcase and my life, now honey.

I got out and saw the world today,

The birds were gone, the warmth far away.

I couldn't help but try to figure out,

why my happiness was fly-flying south.

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