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| ...what a day for a last day | |
His hair blew straight The cop stood over him I wonder who he won't be calling back Or meeting up with again There's nothing urgent The scene is calm Patient policeman waits Breeze carries the sandy hair along What a day for a last day When any day would do It's the end of something Start of nothing new.... It's sunday light and sunday smells I cross the street I wonder who they're calling now Did they know it was today? He's cuffed his pants He's combed his hair Surface hides whatever fight Was lost in here What a day for a last day When any day would do It's the end of something Start of nothing new What a day for a last day When any day would do It's the end of something Start of nothing new.... It's the start of nothing new It's the start of nothing new It's the start of nothing new | |
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