My old man, he's a singer in the park. He's a walker in the rain, he's a dancer in the dark. We don't need no piece of paper from the city hall, keeping us tied and true. My old man chasing away my blues.
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Tuesday, 7 June 2011
Discussion on EBooks
Interesting discussions on E Books and Twitter. RTE Playback.
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