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Sunset at the Jazz Cafe

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Verse 1  Strike a chord, sensational  Atmosphere relational  Rhythmic flavour, wonderful  Tempo combinational  Bridge  Soulful styles, set to sooth A joyful mix, get in the groove  Improvising to the beat Rendition, repeat  Chorus  A starry, dreamy, bright array Such instrumental harmony  Side by side as players play  Celebration certainly  Sunset at the jazz cafe  Verse 2  Drum and trumpet at a pace For an alternating chase Melodies that interlace  Fusion of a lower base Bridge  Chorus  Outro X2 Chords half stepping, yeah yeah  Back and forth, oh yeah  Written by Geraldine Taylor ©️
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Dear Mum

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