Sandy by Fools Garden
(Freudenthaler)
Sandy came to meet me
to the secret little bay down by the shore
Where once a time she told me
that she couldn't live without me no no more
There I stood so close beside her
paralysed by the shining of her face
It was an unreal imagination
that really any day
nothing than words were to say
Don't talk too long
I can't stand it
When my soul begins to bleed
Don't talk too long
The tide is comin' in
Just make the fire-engine keep? away
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