Sat tinkering away
On my keyboard I play
Making up tunes
As easy as playing in sand dunes
I think of a rhyme
And suddenly in no time
I'm singing along
I can't bite my tongue
My singing is not the best
In singing lessons I should invest
But it's what I do
The next one is called me without you
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