Not the proud cloud, the think that picks up your people, hurts them every turn, kills them, picks up new one, I got so pissed off, I raised a gold chocobo and used KOTR
Not the proud cloud, the think that picks up your people, hurts them every turn, kills them, picks up new one, I got so pissed off, I raised a gold chocobo and used KOTR
Leave some shards under the belly
Lay some grease inside my hand
It's a sentimental jury
And the makings of a good plan