Its like a different language
A song maybe
A rhythm with dust in the air
You would not understand it unless I was there
To explain a song about trade
At the city's border
Where people trade until the daylight fades.
A song maybe
A rhythm with dust in the air
You would not understand it unless I was there
To explain a song about trade
At the city's border
Where people trade until the daylight fades.
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