Blasting Fonda Lyrics

I watch the clock, a lot
To see where I'm at, in the plot
Its like a movie starring me
Its all so moving to me
And I don't wanna leave
This walking dream
Its up to you
To get me home
I won't go in alone
In days of olden
Silence was golden
I dreamed of you
Hair on my pillow
Like a weeping willow
Cool breeze blows through

There will be no failure
I won't be the last
Premadonna stuck in a trailer
Blasting for the news
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