David Bunnell Biography

Here I come
No passengers
Fixed on my way
The tracks are bumpy
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The winter blows colder each day
I'm shivering to the bone
Yet I've still got it made
I get to call the USA my home.
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I dream of the day our lips touch
My warm breath down your neck
Your body shivering beneath my touch
My hand cuffs your waist.
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As the years go by
I loose yet another woman
Too many times I try
Still the blossom never blooms
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I ask myself everyday
Who am I
People ask me everyday
Where are you going
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