Lucky Fonz III

Lampedusa


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I don’t like having to swim
I don’t like having to swim
I don’t like to swim, no especially no at night, no
I don’t like having to swim

I think I may be very near
I think I may be very near
It’s the way that water glows, that happens only at the coast, so
I think I may be very near

Half a year ago I thought I heard somebody say
It’s a sad, sad man, who only loves his son
Well you think that that seems obvious, yet here I am again
Sitting in a room for two, hoping they would think so too

Why should moving be a sin?
Why should moving be a sin?
I may choose for someplace else now I can’t walk their myself, oh
Why should moving be a sin?

What’s a gate to you or me?
What’s a gate to you or me?
What’s a gate to you or me to a bird is but a tree, oh
What’s a gate to you or me?

Half a year ago I thought I heard somebody say
It’s a sad, sad man, who only loves his son
Well you think that that seems obvious, yet here I am again
Sitting in a room for two, hoping they would think so too

I never came here on a whim
I never came here on a whim
Like I told you I can’t swim, I did not come here on a whim, oh
I never came here on a whim

Half a year ago I thought I heard somebody say
It’s a sad, sad man, who only loves his son
Well you think that that seems obvious, yet here I am again
Sitting in a room for two, hoping they would think so too