For the love of a Rock Star
(first part)
Hidden in pockets and clasped in hands,
Tickets worth more than gold.
We trek from city to city,
Country to country,
For the love of music..
An army of broken dolls.
Huddled under many umbrella's,
The rain, the cold, the excitement, and yearning.
For that special person to remind us to believe.
I was there just like
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