The sun's climbing up like the ivy
casting shadows that wander over the wall.
Beiderbecke
flows through the radio
exciting the blood in my veins
and
Shakespeare's quite near
with his, to be or not...,
Tolstoy's on the tallboy
warring with peace
flamin' bedroom's like
Piccadilly Circus.
Apr 12, 2022
Apr 12, 2022 at 11:41 PM UTC
The sun's climbing up like the ivy
casting shadows that wander over the wall.
Beiderbecke
flows through the radio
exciting the blood in my veins
and
Shakespeare's quite near
with his, to be or not...,
Tolstoy's on the tallboy
warring with peace
flamin' bedroom's like
Piccadilly Circus.
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