Terry turns he just cannot sleep
From the ceaseless noise out
The only place to be, every other Saturday
Is strolling down
Cecilia, you're breaking my heart
You're shaking my confidence daily
Oh Cecilia,
Here's the simple story of a boy
Who didn't know how
The rain falls on my head
Runs down my collar, cold
When I wake up early in the morning
I lift my
Finally the car is packed
We're on our way
Down to the
Pushing his pen across the page
To nowhere in particular
He's dreaming
I'll meet in the French House, we'll bump into my
Three neon pyramids above the door
The sign says closed it
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