Not all, not plenty, some road I see.
Where it should be.
How do you feel? It’s dring
I mean it seems about time , yours and mine, all of ours.
She shines on mine, on mine street
Si neat and on time
Morning to you, good day
Kelp out of the way
We are making tracks
Saw the police car go by
And the regular couple dog walkers
With their beige long hair dog
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