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fiogf49gjkf0d Canterbury Love Song
I remember Canterbury pub crawls.
Bitters hoisted sweetly to my lips.
An acoustic called me from the sidewalk,
and a voice went through me, warmed me to the bone.
Saw an angel chasing after rainbows,
through the cigarette smoke and neons on the walls.
She looked right through me, then she simply smiled hello.
And the smile went through me, drew romance from a stone.
And if I were a sculpter, I'd gladly shape you venus.
And if I were a vampire, I'd gladly bite your neck.
And if I were a poet, I'd write you drippy sonnets.
But since I'm just a wanderer I'd like to walk along a path with you.
Train platform, streetlight cuts through misty visions,
clock ticks loudly down a hall.
Feels like a bogus remade Bogart movie.
Times like this, I wish I didn't have the starring role.
Just chasing rainbows, just chasing rainbows, in my head, in my head.
Just chasing rainbows, just chasing rainbows, in my head, in my head
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