In which our hero, who was born to write songs, tries to figure out his life with help from the interviewer.
Saturday, August 23, 2014
the understudy
I have no name for you I have no face for you I'm the replacement who sits back here night after night and all the matinees too I'm good at what I do waiting for my moment to shine I am nobody I am the understudy
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