Repeat, Repeat
It’s a cold, cold night, in a dark, dark place,
It’s a small, small world, with a big, big race.
I’m a tired, tired soul, in a fast, fast time,
I’ll take, take my place, in a long, long line.
The world is gradually turning, and lots repeat itself.
I’ll repeat, repeat, repeat myself,
Until I get it right!
I’m sipping, sipping on a wine,
A lit, lit candle in my eyes.
I’ll repeat, repeat, repeat myself,
Until I get it right!
With some little, little tweaks,
That renders, renders by.
I’ll repeat, repeat, repeat myself,
And soon I’ll get it right!
Adam Oriti ©
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