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wquinta-feira, 1 de maio de 2003 |
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I'm wandering round and round, nowhere to go
I'm lonely in London, London is lovely so
I cross the streets without fear
Everybody keeps the way clear
I know I know no one here to say hello
I know they keep the way clear
I am lonely in London without fear
I'm wandering round and round, nowhere to go
While my eyes go looking for flying saucers in the sky
Oh Sunday, Monday, Autumn pass by me
And people hurry on so peacefully
A group approaches a policeman
He seems so pleased to please them
It's good, at least, to live, and I agree
He seems so pleased, at least
And it's so good to live in peace
And Sunday, Monday, years, and I agree
While my eyes go looking for flying saucers in the sky
I don't know what I left so far away
I don't think, I don't ask and I don't pray
I do not want to make mess
And I know about nothing that I posses
I came around to say yes and I say
I do not want to make mess
And I know about nothing that I possess
I came around to say yes and I say
While my eyes go looking for flying saucers in the sky
posted by
João Cândido at 13:26
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