The Heavy Lyric Police

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You okay, Daniel? I still like this chord Taking a trip, a car ride, a few long days with portly Adro Hoping to see porpoise and ell and memories, sure I'll admit to these I write a note into the sand, perhaps for you to see Many years ago I took you home and everything was kind of ok And now I'm doing fine, I assure, though I still think of those times And I tell you, I have visits on the Heavy Lyric Police Oh, you look a fine young man When I was your age I could hurl a rock right across this loch Do you believe me, son? Sure I skimeed that stone that took my brother's wrist I just could not resist You know there are fairiеs in these hills They hеlp you with the climb And this is where I slipped and tore my knee Oh, the scar stays white in summer This is where I watched in New York Times My mother made a painting Using blotches for boats It was many, many years ago, oh And there's a picture of my father on the wall Of one of those old bars Hidden under beard and youth His arms around a fresh white walrus moustache What were they thinking of And Margaret Barry, with a schooner Chased off by the Spanish Armada I write a note into the sand, perhaps for you to see Many years ago I took you home and everything was kind of ok And now I'm doing fine, I assure, though I still think of those times And I tell you, I have visits on the Heavy Lyric Police You know there are fairies in these hills They help you with the climb And this is where I slipped and tore my knee Oh, the scar stays white in summer And this is where I watched in New York Times My mother made a painting Using blotches for boats It was many, many years ago, oh
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