Jazzy

The rumours  
They're all over town
They have maybe crossed the borders too
They're written, spoken and sung.
Not a single story untold.

The truth
Maybe I'll find it someday
Anyway I don't care what's true about you
There are tears and sandness in the dark
We've all been there

The liquid
Take the glass of scotch
Believe when you hear the voice of good intentions
When it's beside your glass whispering in your ear
It's me

Tell me
Whatever you're through
You're so deep in the jazz with a tear rolling down
Wipe it away and turn up some stringswing
Cross new borders
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Jazzy

Marius Wittwer Norbye

Marius Wittwer Norbye

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