A '30's crooner kind of thing.
Everything: Tom O'Brien
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I think I was channeling my grandfather - he would have loved this.
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Nobody knows where I come from
Nobody knows where I belong
I'm one of those
Fortunate sons
Whom I suppose
Lives for a song
And when you sing my tune
I'm up above the moon
Don't end the song too soon
Say that you love me
There goes my heart again
Beating that rhythm
Strange to my feet
Trained to the beat
Of our love
All through the night
We harmonize
All through the night
Every word
And I just might
Look in your eyes
How they recite
Verses unheard
Only the morning sees
My insecurities
You take away all these
When you say that you love me
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