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Given the chance
I'll die like a baby
On some far away beach
When the season's over.

Unlikely
I'll be remembered
As the tide brushes sand in
Given the chance
I'll die like a baby
On some far away beach
When the season's over.

Unlikely
I'll be remembered
As the tide brushes sand in
skip 

AH world, wide, seems like 
AH loose, breeze, brushes, cheek
Old friends, memory brushes the same years,
Silently sharing the same fears
to be seventy

Old friends, memory brushes the same years
Silently sharing the same fears
I never let you down, my ladybird
My dended-fairy, your mouth screens the skies

Let's kiss the lashes
Like blinking brushes
Lashes shadows
a moth to a flame?"
She brushes my face with her smile
"forget about stars for a while"
As she melts

Meanwhile millions of miles away in space
Old friends, memory brushes the same years, silently sharing the same fears
skip 

AH world, wide, seems like 
AH loose, breeze, brushes, cheek
strange to be seventy 

Old friends, memory brushes the same years, 
Silently sharing the same fears
Ditko was right 
Mr A so near 
Break out the paints and the brushes 
And spill out your hearts 
No amount of soft soap 
Can ever give you a fresh
seventy

Old friends
Memory brushes the same years
Silently sharing the same fear
A time it was
It was a time
A time of innocence
A time
Given the chance
I'll die like a baby
On some far away beach
When the season's over.

Unlikely
I'll be remembered
As the tide brushes sand in
to be seventy

Old friends
Memory brushes the same years
Silently sharing the same fear

A time it was, and what a time it was, it was
A time
Practicing!

Half a dozen provocative squats!
Out of the shower, she squeezes her spots;
Brushes her teeth;
Shoots a deodorant spray up her twat
(It's
and dabbles with the brushes 
To the guys that draw their bunnies or the Sunday morning funnies 
And brighten up the world today 
And to every girl that
paint myself into corners anymore
In a brittle heart of clay
I threw my brushes away
The tools of the trade that chained your memory to me
Are out
His sticks can bring down the house
He makes all kinds of sounds
He brushes like a breeze in the trees
His rhythm brings you to your knees

He's
My early morning sunshine with her long golden hair
Brings my cup of coffee to my bed
And her silken nightdress brushes cross my chest as she bends
brushes off my woos
You are there to mend, my fluid friend
Thank you for it all dear booze

Drifting, flying, on a cloud of whiskey dreams
No more sighing,
book with tipped-in plates
Brushes dipped in fresh white paint

The turnaround, the change of key
The open door, you gave to me

An open door might lead
Can't eat, can't sleep, can't seem to find time anymore
Somewhere she weeps, her hair gently brushes the floor
I know my way, I know that I'll find
image of an archetype shakes the earth breathes in the sky alone in these oceans of black something brushes my leg in the darkness below I see white slide
dance with her to some brushes on a drum
A standup bass, and steel guitars, play a tune, she can hum
Ain't it sad, ain't it funny, how a man can be so

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