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It used to be our rhythm
It used to be our song
I changed the ruthless station
They played that awful song

Sunny destinations
Weekends on white sand
Festive get-togethers
Relatives at hand

When yellow turns to grey
And the blue skies go away
We lose our playful rhythm
We lose our will to play

Those endless gruesome love songs
Takes over the airwaves
Affection turns arctic
When love goes away


Thomas - © Jan. 02, 2015 (All rights reserved.)




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