The morning's warm, the air it tickles
A breakfast roll of
There's so much to try for and so much to
It's three o' clock on Monday
There's one more hour of
July please,
I'm on my knees,
The smell of your fresh cut
Lying in an alley in the back of my mind
I'm
And if we go to Mexico,
Will it get better?
And all
Sometimes I'd like to fly away
Away to another land
That makes
Sleep now, it's O.K.
The ghost is gone, gone away,
You fought
Well you better not see me when you come back.
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