Pluggmorgon
Drinking tea with the taste of the Thames, sullenly on a chair on the pavement.
Here you'll find, my thoughts and I.
And here is the very last plea from my heart, my heart. For evermore.
Where taxi drivers never stop talking, under slate grey Victorian sky.
Here you will find, despair and I. And here I am, every last inch of me is yours, Yours, For evermore.
Here you'll find, my thoughts and I.
And here is the very last plea from my heart, my heart. For evermore.
Where taxi drivers never stop talking, under slate grey Victorian sky.
Here you will find, despair and I. And here I am, every last inch of me is yours, Yours, For evermore.
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