Chaka

Composed by：David Arthur Brown

A hundred thousand ways to fail

So I picked a few

And spent some time in jail

Now I drown my sorrows in a spoon

And spend my days

In a dusty motel room

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I grew up in a loving family

In a San Diego suburb

Near the sea

But I had some wild blood in my veins

So I packed a bag

And hitchhiked to LA

Cha-ka

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One day my soul will travel home

To the starry blizzard

Out beyond the moon

And this wasted life won't seem in vain

As I'm drifting

Towards that blinding light again

Cha-ka

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