Shouts don’t look sad
Things aren’t so bad
They’re just more wrong than right
His brandy brim voice whispers
Come with me I hold the key
The city’s ours tonight
(from Scott 2, 1968)
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beethovenwasdeaf said:
Thank you for post that song.Scott is amazing.
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