One day, a friend made me listen some Ben
One day, a cousin made me whistle some Bob
One day, you were humming sounds of Neil
Oh One day, please, a jam with Damien
I’ve dreamed about so many Claptons
One day I got chills on Mumford & sons
I buried someone on a Paul Simon
And I had sex on a Jack Johnson
And since that time, I wander
on a huge songwriters land
And since that time, I wander
Well, I hope I'll die there at the end
I'm sure I'll always wanna thank
All those shining tunes, those who write them
They brought me to strum strings, to face the blank
So I hummed them, like my own anthem
Waiting for the D-day, I will be able to play
For a listener or someone I should pay
I sing my flames in this folk song
With only one goal in mind, a smile, a tear, well I'm no wrong
And since that time, I wander
on a huge songwriters land
And since that time, I wander
I hope I'll die there at the end
And since that time, I wander
on a huge songwriters land
And since that time, I wander
I hope I'll die there at the end
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