At the mid of the years
They talked slowly about new lives
Like tete-a-tete
They collect their dollars and pence
To defray their journey
Like an extravaganza
( And that one night )
Clyeir : “Oh my God”
Wife : “Wake up, you’re dreaming”
Clyeir : “What”?
Wife : “You’re dreaming”
Clyeir : “We were moving”
Wife : “Huh, what moving?
Clyeir : "Have a nice trip"
Wife : "Huh"??
We were moving away
With the rucksack and a babe
Looking for somewhere to sleep
So we ride the flying machine
Set out to across to the west German town
And stewardess gives us a cup of coffees
I said, “Thank you but,
We’re just finish this bottle of juice”
And I think we needs to say good night
Leave us alone
Good night.
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