Song Title: No One To Love
No one to love no one to care
No one to run their fingers, through my hair.
Look out the window, what do you see?
In that startled daze do you think of me?
Fields of wheat and golden corn, sway with the wind no personal scorn
held by the hour fixed for the day
Express yourself, what did you say!
If that's okay with you Mr John Lamb all the way up there in Largs, Scotland
Copyright claimed by Mark Robert Mitchell; this day the 1st of September, 2025 - Time: 00:23 UK England [GMT}
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Last edited 16:24 GMT (just the foot notes - not the verse)
techno, synth, gripping edm melody, female voice simple instrumental corus