Brian Takudzwa Chidarikire – Snowflake

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The drums and high pitch,
but I still cant get the beat
hey, I’m confused now
take a walk down the street.

No, I’m not a flirt,
no appetite for the skirts.
But I’m sorry,
will rid of some friends.
Oh I’m sorry,
I’m sorry if it hurts.

So has our big-Ben run out?
These words are from my chest
baby please don’t doubt,
I wrote it for the net.

To be mine you are free.
Snowflake, this you are not obliged.
Oh, Brian don’t be emotional,
be responsible for what you scribed.

Oh, that’s the drum
these are the strings,
I got the right note,
I hit the right pitch.


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