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..making my way through the hordes of people, I see a face in the crowd
as it slaloms through the blur of bodies I try to trace it
tracking those faintly familiar features as it flashes through the sea of faces
I quickly filter through past encounters, people and places, tryna place it
a matter of seconds before the moment's gone
..where do I know him from?
....Dave?
By Izzy George..making my way through the hordes of people, I see a face in the crowd
as it slaloms through the blur of bodies I try to trace it
tracking those faintly familiar features as it flashes through the sea of faces
I quickly filter through past encounters, people and places, tryna place it
a matter of seconds before the moment's gone
..where do I know him from?
....Dave?