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| Pete Atkin sings
Sudden Arrivals by Clive James and Pete Atkin, [Much more at www.peteatkin.com] |
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Sudden arrivals mean early leavings Short blisses and long grievings And you were the kind who appears on the scene In a shower of glass, looking dauntless and keen Footloose and fancy free Fancifully free with me Early leavings mean long tomorrows Few favours and deep sorrows And you were the kind who makes tracks in the night Down the hallway, forgetting to turn out the light Footloose and fancy free Fancifully free with me And seeing you were gone I could have cried And cried until I laughed it seemed so funny Being spectacularly sad Throwing good money after bad Why go on why not just let it slide? But sudden arrivals and early leavings Mean deep sorrows, long grievings And you were the kind who lights out from the crime Convinced it'll all put itself right in time Footloose and fancy free Fancifully free with me Why go on why not just let it slide? But sudden arrivals and early leavings Mean deep sorrows and long grievings And you were the kind who lights out from the crime Convinced it'll all put itself right in time The wide-smiling kind who with arms akimbo Goes back to looking relaxed in limbo Footloose and fancy free, fancifully free with me | |||||
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