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Tap, Tap, tapping My Way
I’m caught up in the fog
I’ve got my hands out
Feeling my way like a blind man in a haze
Tap, tap, tapping my way along,
Through life.
I don’t really know what I’m looking for
But I keep searching
I’m like a blind man fumbling in the dark
And I sometimes think I need an instruction book
So I can be flick, flick, flicking,
Through life.
There are times; I ...
Wednesday 21st December 2016 8:46 pm
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