As he wipes the black shoe shine from his rag
He recalls a place he may have been
And though in time the shoe shine may lose it's work
We still bury our dead beneath the church
I will travel across the world just to see your face again, my beautiful friend
You and I are puzzle pieces waiting to make world again, my beautiful friend
I will travel across the world just to see your face again, my beautiful friend
You and I are puzzle pieces waiting to make world again, my beautiful friend
Ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh
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