Benjamin Clementine

Winston Churchill’s Boy 

“We all make a living by what we get,
But we make life by what what we give…”

“Maybe he’s gone wondering
Looking for his kind of star
But even stars
If we think about it, even beautiful stars
They tend to shoot through the night
And you never find them again!”

Verses: A – B – B (progression) – B (climax) – C (ending)

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