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in winter..
.. it's like drinking black coffee trying to stay warm and keeping the cold out. the rain falls, the wind blows. some of you even get to see snow.in autumn..
.. it's a backyard in the suburbs, and hundreds leaves covering the green grass.in summer..
.. it's a night-time thing. out on the balcony (porch) with some beers and your friends.in spring..
.. it's the hope for a brighter day.Stories You Wouldn't Believe
I Don't Belong Here
(words and music by Sam Shinazzi)
I belong in a coffee shop
I belong in your heart
I should be on your stereo
Play me nice and loud
I believe in right over wrong
I believe it takes however long
What was once fuzzy is now clear
I don’t belong here.
I learnt my lessons hard
Every word I did hear
I long to be beside you
But I don’t belong here.
I belong in a coffee shop
I belong in your heart
I should be on your stereo
Play me nice and loud
I believe in right over wrong
I believe it takes however long
What was once fuzzy is now clear
I don’t belong here.
I learnt my lessons hard
Every word I did hear
I long to be beside you but I don’t belong here
I learnt my lessons hard
Every word I did hear
I long to be beside you
But I don’t belong here.