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Intro. A boy like you arrived in the city with the suitcase in tow and a voice trapped in the throat. You came from Australia, from Sydney where the sun was tattooed on the skin in the form of thousands of freckles that neither the salty breeze had been able to erase.
Your freckles were a reminder of your difference, they were all over your body and more on your face, but you couldn't hide them. Like your accent: every time you opened my mouth to sing, you felt that your broken voice betrayed your nostalgia, your traumas ... and your insecurities, you became a bit shy. Therefore, when you auditioned as a substitute guitarist for the local night band, you swore that you would only touch, that you would never sing.
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Intro. A boy like you arrived in the city with the suitcase in tow and a voice trapped in the throat. You came from Australia, from Sydney where the sun was tattooed on the skin in the form of thousands of freckles that neither the salty breeze had been able to erase.
Your freckles were a reminder of your difference, they were all over your body and more on your face, but you couldn't hide them. Like your accent: every time you opened my mouth to sing, you felt that your broken voice betrayed your nostalgia, your traumas ... and your insecurities, you became a bit shy. Therefore, when you auditioned as a substitute guitarist for the local night band, you swore that you would only touch, that you would never sing.
Zion
@Lohen
Zion
Zion