Boy
from Penelope, Sebastian by Winter dies in June
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Said he won’t get back ‘til summer days
Penelope will cry a dry still cry ‘til morning light
I’ve crossed a million smiles to get back home
And after all what’s the score?
So maybe this is what happiness is about
A great familiar sound before we kiss the ground
Passing by the lights of Sunday morning
When I come home without a warning
It took about two years I’m red-eyed and shaken
But I’ll manage somehow
In your bedroom up all night
The ghost of my desires, it’s still around
It’s always been a wait-and-see a happy day and then you pay
The beautiful the handsome boy forget it all it’s all too far
Passing by the lights of Sunday morning
When I come home without a warning
It took about two years I’m red-eyed and shaken
But I’ll manage somehow
It’s cowardly to say that I need you
But my kisses still suit you
Everything is sinking away now
You’re just a smear on the pane
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