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Another bee


Now I see the Sun

Now I feel the breeze


There is a place for those who are lost

Where despite the rain the washing is hung out

A foreverland


Where a young lad plays the strings after the rain

Where the music lives in a new band with a dream

And the pubs have full terraces in november waiting for that gig

I’m another bee in the mancunian streets


Reds or blues, doesn’t care, altogether make the hive stronger when they meet

Sharing pints, talking about lives, when nights come early along the freeze

Can you hear now someone shouting for a cheers?

I’m another bee in the mancunian streets

Just another bee


To MCR with Love

Cuenca, 12 de Agosto de 2o23


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