400 years ago
One by one, they’re turning out the lights.
I’ve been feedin’ that old jukebox, just to hold you tight.
Guess it’s for the best, I just put in my last dime.
Heard you whisper “We’ll meet again another place, another time.”
One by one, they’re turning out the lights.
I’ve been feedin’ that old jukebox, just to hold you tight.
Guess it’s for the best, I just put in my last dime.
Heard you whisper “We’ll meet again another place, another time.”
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