From Here to There

From Here to There

Dirt in the hit parade
Let’s hope it doesn’t rain
Could be love in a mist
Turning blue, then black
A penny for your thoughts
Not a second one, a place
All over, bend to my will
Against yours and grain of truth
The whole and nothing but
There’s nothing clear cut
It’s all disputed
All year round

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