The Imagi-Nation Sometimes I spell words wrong. Not awlays. Frick.

There’s a voice that keeps on calling me down the road, that’s where I’ll always be. Every stop I make, I make a new friend. Can’t stay for long, just turn around and I’m gone again. Maybe tomorrow I’ll want to settle down. Until tomorrow, I’ll just keep moving on.

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