THOSE TORMENTED FRENZIES
That was a windy and sizzling day
In a time when you saw
the bus and the way
the bus and the way
Then suddenly you sent me a goodbye
on that quay
on that quay
I long for your quizzical paranoia
When you were drinking
your Jamaican Coca Cola
your Jamaican Coca Cola
And a plate of jerusalem artichoke
Simply set a single knock
I see those frozen signs
Without your nocturnal sighs
And a very simple silhouette
Bring all of the legless spates
And this solitary soul
Is growing well with no foul
Cause your passionate pull
Made me so fool
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