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It’s just amazing that     A simple hat Can transform me so I put that pork-pie on     And the spark’s begun So let’s start the show - Looking for subtle phrases     And all my graces They seem to shine Just wearing heart-on-sleeve     And I still believe That the words aren’t mine Oh           Where’d they Come from?                          Not me!               I’m dumb. - I play here every night     If I’m feeling right So please come on by My smooth responsive band     Makes it all seem planned When they’re primed and high            - But if you listen close     You can hear the prose Is a bit too loose Mark plays his tight guitar     An unheard-of star In his wing tipped shoes - Oh           Who needs    An audience?                        They’d be            Applauding us.                  -     And I’m just fine to be here in this place     Where the rain can’t touch our chilly faces And we can bless or we can sort of derange We can play Roc-city for pocket change     It’s just so weird and funny that     I can be transformed by this magical hat And I wouldn’t change a single note As it’s ushered forth from my scratchy throat
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Oct 6, 2017
Oct 6, 2017 at 7:42 PM UTC
Busker’s Hat
It’s just amazing that     A simple hat Can transform me so I put that pork-pie on     And the spark’s begun So let’s start the show - Looking for subtle phrases     And all my graces They seem to shine Just wearing heart-on-sleeve     And I still believe That the words aren’t mine Oh           Where’d they Come from?                          Not me!               I’m dumb. - I play here every night     If I’m feeling right So please come on by My smooth responsive band     Makes it all seem planned When they’re primed and high            - But if you listen close     You can hear the prose Is a bit too loose Mark plays his tight guitar     An unheard-of star In his wing tipped shoes - Oh           Who needs    An audience?                        They’d be            Applauding us.                  -     And I’m just fine to be here in this place     Where the rain can’t touch our chilly faces And we can bless or we can sort of derange We can play Roc-city for pocket change     It’s just so weird and funny that     I can be transformed by this magical hat And I wouldn’t change a single note As it’s ushered forth from my scratchy throat
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Oct 6, 2017
Oct 6, 2017 at 7:42 PM UTC
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