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John Porter - Black Hand şarkı sözleri

Sanatçı: John Porter

albüm: Inside Story


His black hand
On my white belly
And I can't even pronounce his name
The saxophone
Keeps on playing playing
Origami birds fly above my head.
I'm 15
And I miss home
But only happy letters get across the sea
If not your eyes
That saw it all
I could easily pretend it was just a dream.
Dear Anna,
It's good you don't keep in touch.
How would we talk about it now?

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