His Name Came Over My Loudspeaker
His name came over my loudspeaker
And I gripped the nearest arm
Screaming inside
He was all but forgotten
Just tucked away for the past years
And searching for his face
I found him, number twelve
His face is the same
Even from a mile away
I could never forget that smile
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