The lemon floats in his tea as he sips, slowly thinking
And the sun divides his face in two, westward slowly sinking
Youth is wasted on the youth, but where does it all go
The sleepless nights, awake till dawn, if only we had known
He said 'Why can't I be alone,
have a place to call my own?'
Wraps his scarf around his head
and sinks into the ground.
Fighting the good fight, if only they will let you
Being kept in sight, if they don't remember to forget you
Give me your hand darling, we'll pack off, go away
Find it in some distant land and then decide to stay.
He said 'Why can't I be alone,
have a place to call my own?'
Wraps his scarf around his head
and sinks into the ground.
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