On a cold, wet January morn

Lyrics:

© Shamika
V1
Out of nowhere it was born on a cold, wet January morn.
Came into the World and took it by storm on a cold, wet January morn.
Everything about was beautiful, small yet perfectly formed.
Everything about was innocent, soft appealing and warm.
It wanted to be heard like a rare, exotic bird, it wanted to unfold it\'s crumpled wings.
It wanted to be shown that it was left alone, another song without a home that no-one ever listens to or sings

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It said buy me \"buy me, take me home and try me, need a place to lie, where someone really cares\"
\"Play me play me, if you do then maybe I will fill your days with brightly coloured haze and softly spoken, sweetly answered prayers\"

V2
Out of nowhere it was born on a cold, wet January morn.
Came into the World and took it by storm on a cold, wet January morn.
Everything about it was wonderful, neat, discrete and sublime.
Everything about it was memorable, arrived exactly on time.
It wanted to be known, to find a special home, it wanted to be worshiped and adored.
It wanted to be spun but that was never done. no-one really understood, the audience were terminally bored

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