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Comfort Zone
Comfort zone, comfort zone
Touch the screen, turn it on
It’s my favorite thing
Ting-a-ling, bing-a-ping
Once I left my comfort zone
Couldn’t find a way back home
So I took the wrong road
Doing not what I was told
And I knocked the wrong door
Stepped on marble cold floor
Met some refugees there
In blue and yellow underwear
They poured me a cup of tea
And invited me to be
One of them, to get money
When the weather is sunny
Wrapped in flags, we could get
Quite a fortune from that
Sorry its not the plot
That would suit an old sod
Like myself, I replied
Thanks, but I’ll better hide
Then I borrowed the charger
Soon my world became larger
Comfort zone, comfort zone
Fully charged my old phone
It’s for me tolls the bell
And I do what it tells.
Copyright ©
Gregory Colodub
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