Imwaiting for the bus to come Imlying on a bench Thinking of a book I read And wondering what it meant
I hear footsteps coming closer Its an ordinary man He comes up to me, shakes my hand And asks me who I am
Imparalysed, I can not talk or move What could I say And before I have the chance to think I tell this man my name I tell this man my name
He smiles and looks away But I sti will dont know the answer to this day To this day To this day To this day... To this day To this day To this day...
(I dont know the answer...)
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