This grey jacket, so old and shabby
Ventures in my dreams to keep me delighted
This grey jacket, with its endless melody
Till the end of time will stay undefeated
No matter how ragged it has become
Time will not let it fade away
It may be looked upon as a shred by some
But that will not let me stop wearing it night and day
No, it will never fade away
Jan 4, 2014
Jan 4, 2014 at 4:25 AM UTC
This grey jacket, so old and shabby
Ventures in my dreams to keep me delighted
This grey jacket, with its endless melody
Till the end of time will stay undefeated
No matter how ragged it has become
Time will not let it fade away
It may be looked upon as a shred by some
But that will not let me stop wearing it night and day
No, it will never fade away
The grey jacket represents the memories I have of my grandfather. He would wear this old grey jacket all the time because he said it was his good luck charm.
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