- Back by the sea -

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An apple and a pie, fresh laundry and a sigh
For today I choose my rights
The good ones in the jug, the bad ones in the crop

And all turns towards to the light

A mandarin, a tangarine a trombone and a mandalin

And silence of snow beneath my feet
The good ones in the jug, the bad ones in the crop

And all comes back to life

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And yes, I care
On the tip of my tongue I build all my dreams

back by the sea

And yes, I care
On the tip of my tongue I build all the faith I've fight for
And the waves are coming slightly
And the bricks are breaking brightly for free

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A homing pigeon knocks at my kitchen
A birch twig in his beak
Bold hearts of gold on my side and I am able to speak

I play a hunch, I buy a bunch of poppies and dandelion, Of well woven table cloth so fine
The good ones in the jug, the bad ones in the crop
And yes I will speak

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And yes, I care
On the tip of my tongue I build all my dreams

back by the sea

And yes, I care
On the tip of my tongue I build all the faith I've fight for
And the waves are coming slightly
And the bricks are breaking brightly for free