I don't seem to know there name
Doesn't even matter it's all the same
Sometimes I wonder if I have a brain,
Doesn't even matter it's all the same,
The voice's whisper from a far
Telling me of love ones,
As I'm singing in my car
Turn here, and then take a left
As I hear the song being played,
It's funny, to say the least
For I don't use, cell phone technology
Still I'm able to find, arms to fill
I don't seem to know there name
Doesn't even matter, it's all the same
For only blue love, will truly due
For only blue love, will truly due
T. Plotz
All The Same 2
27 December 2017
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