I like this song so much. I prefer the studio version for the verse "from the craddle to the grave", but there's no official music video for this song.
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There was a girl who lived beneath the ocean of clouds.
She said that she had no friend, But all the triflers kept coming for her. Amidst the flock of lovers, Listlessness was all she felt. She was an ingrate and yes, she was fine with that. So came the summer and so as the autumn. Still all she could think was to flee from that city of grey, And its triflers. She wanted to live forever but be it not their forever. Trifling triflers... they were all sad. Some orange afternoon, Overriding the sky of red. Leaving behind her english garden, She found a boy who played his soul out of harmonica. Overshadowed by an old oak tree, Never would she miss anybody. |
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