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that feel in my backbone
this feeling I don't belong here
although the love I leave I endear
but I can't hold, I'm shivering and wondering
you are so bewildering, so considering
but can't stop, must hurry, must leave very soon
nature is calling me, must follow the bassoon and the moon
meet you back by ebb-tide in watchamacallit
other side if the planet I'll treat you right with a banana split
and than again as lovers we'll stay
up until the winds come tell me it's time to hay seeweed in the bay
farewell my sweet love
send me your dove
i will answer with a flying kiss
my rememberence to you is a bliss.
Rolling Stone
The feel like a Rolling Stonethat feel in my backbone
this feeling I don't belong here
although the love I leave I endear
but I can't hold, I'm shivering and wondering
you are so bewildering, so considering
but can't stop, must hurry, must leave very soon
nature is calling me, must follow the bassoon and the moon
meet you back by ebb-tide in watchamacallit
other side if the planet I'll treat you right with a banana split
and than again as lovers we'll stay
up until the winds come tell me it's time to hay seeweed in the bay
farewell my sweet love
send me your dove
i will answer with a flying kiss
my rememberence to you is a bliss.
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