Cranberry Sauce

Listen man  you've got to swing when you're winning When the moment feels right You've got to capitalise When you feel the fabric of the universe laid bare You must identify it's every detail, learn every groove, feel the intricacy When you feel the force of life gushing through your veins You've got to let it run wild and guide you, become you, let loose When you feel the animal unleash, you must let it find it's prey. It's ok to feel strong It's ok to feel powerful It's ok to feel invincible It's ok to win Man, when the moment comes, you must be willing to let it in. You may stand tall enough ...and find the world crumbling below you You may find the world bow at your feet Don't fear, don't retaliate Just feel your fear, your energy Let your passions breathe..... Swing when you're winning, it's not going to happen all the time cease the moment when it's yours etch it into your memory, feed the e

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