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Tape from California - Greg Greenway
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Tape from California Greg Greenway

Tape from California - Greg Greenway
[Verse 1]
Who's that coming down the road
A sailor from the sea
He looks a lot like me
I'd know him anywhere, had to stare
Feathers from his fingertips
A halo 'round his spine
He must have lost his mind
He should be put away, right away
In the corner of the night
He handed me his water pipe
His eyes were searching deep inside my head
Here's what he said

[Chorus]
Sorry I can't stop and talk now
I'm in kind of a hurry anyhow
But I'll send you a tape from California

[Verse 2]
New York City has exploded
And it's crashed upon my head
I dove beneath my bed
Fighting biting nails, turning pale
The landlord's at my window
And the burglar's at my door
I can't stay here anymore
I guess I'll have to fly, it's worth a try
Someone's banging on the wall
There's no party to recall
The singer of the shadow of his soul
So he's been told
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