The Trade by Da Accordionistical
Once again on this journey of life I am awaking for a point Hovering above outside the jukebox joint No one seems to notice me This is good I can move Amongst them so quietly For you can’t touch what you can’t see As I made my move feet not touching a thing Drawn in by this voice which starts to sing Not just an ordinary song A bell strikes. Ding dong ding dong Time…
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