I was shaking hands with a tasty bird She was fixing a smoke dirty hours indeed Well I think you're right but I must say boy That in those traveling days I was hoping to be alone On a seaside home not so long ago I remembered the days of the public showers It is quite a joke that for me it was just an English girl Where for you it was my mother Anyhow we seem to drive each other sunshine's away Both of us are drifting on a separate wasteland today Now I think its time that we both went home Let me pay and forget the remains of tomorrow As the night ascends through the misty dawn Comes a wonderful day laughing children on saxophone.
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