Policeman Getting Lost Lyrics by The Clientele
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& I see the blue-eyed surfer boys gone home
to the west coast
& the Clerk Street morning
haunted by the figures of your friends

but if you get too tired
you can lay your hair across my pillow
the darkness coming quickly
at this time of the year

but you can lay your hands on me
if you like
Yeah you can lay your hands on me
for a while

that night inside the fog
I saw a policeman getting lost
& I see the blue-eyed surfer boys gone home    to the west coast    & the Clerk Street morning    haunted by the figures of your friends       but if you get too tired    you can lay your hair across my pillow    the darkness coming quickly    at this time of the year       but you can lay your hands on me    if you like    Yeah you can lay your hands on me    for a while       that night inside the fog    I saw a policeman getting lost