I always wished to live right by the sea |
no bustle, just a simple life in which I bide |
my time, but no one ever invited me |
so I stayed at home and watched the tide |
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because I like | the quiet way |
contented with | the present day |
It's still okay | although I may |
decide to venture | the life-in-spe |
I fantasise | as in a play |
my sweet delay | my sweet delay |
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Houses by the sea are costly or too small |
very draughty through the chinks and cracking joints |
old and eaten by the frequent salty squall |
that licks the planks with hungry humid tongues |
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Because I like | the quiet way |
contented with | the present day |
It's still okay | although I may |
decide to venture | the life-in-spe |
I fantasise | as in a play |
my sweet delay | my sweet delay |
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Would anyone want to be here, live with me |
a simple life, no bustle, just the two |
of us, at home together, being free? |
Just someone to show my love to? |
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Because I like | the quiet way |
contented with | the present day |
It's still okay | although I may |
decide to venture | the life-in-spe |
I fantasise | as in a play |
my sweet delay | my sweet delay |