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spring again and anything's for sale
as usual I am no one
where every word and moment
is treated as something crucial and sucks

in the evening dew
with a can or two
I hang around and wait for you
fenceleaning and dreaming
of something new
making no waves

beyond the tracks of an overgrown beach
where insects hum round the flames from an oildrum
we're drifting into oblivion
and out of reach crashing the waves

ba ba ba ba da
in the evening dew
with a bruise or two
fenceleaning and dreaming
of a good day and evening
they're known to happen
even here

in the evening dew
with a can or two
I hang around and wait for you
fenceleaning and dreaming
of something new
making no waves
spring again and anything's for sale   as usual I am no one   where every word and moment   is treated as something crucial and sucks      in the evening dew   with a can or two   I hang around and wait for you   fenceleaning and dreaming   of something new   making no waves      beyond the tracks of an overgrown beach   where insects hum round the flames from an oildrum   we're drifting into oblivion   and out of reach crashing the waves      ba ba ba ba da   in the evening dew   with a bruise or two   fenceleaning and dreaming   of a good day and evening   they're known to happen   even here      in the evening dew   with a can or two   I hang around and wait for you   fenceleaning and dreaming   of something new   making no waves