A lonely smile in the clouds
And the smell of foreign
Coastguard are you familiar?
High tides are not peculiar
And on the
Got to feed the human nature
Got to be a true
A celery
You need a, a celery
If you want to fit
Constant winning
Left him wanting
No point choosing
They chose for him
All the
I looked down from the Carillon
I looked across to the
When they brought me down
They stuck me through a curtain
I had a day to work on a song
I flicked
Who are these people?
They are too stupid to be your
Tailors are the best
See them running with their brollies
Workmen of
I took a good long look at everything I bought
There
I wore the blue with the green
I wore the blue
We come undone in foreign parts
Our home is heavy in
These are my hands, these are brick walls
Men can break
I got dressed up, up to the nines
I took a
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