Meet me there in the morning...
Beneath the feet of the city
Click, you disconnect from me
Click, when you go to take your century
Telephone booth between us
There are no walls between us
Only these words and the green grass
And in the distance, I am your tourist
(Meet me there in the morning)
Beaucoop fishin'
(Well, I've never fished here,
I never did catch a fish...)
... I need sugar ...
I need sugar
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