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Durand Auguste

I came by invitation To General Chelsea Mayhem Then going on to somewhere Yes, I was going somewhere A single random meeting with your eyes And I am

Dark sun rose on the ridge cut clear across the sky As good a day as any to die No reservation, madam, no reason to know why Running late, stiletto heels

Walking under skies, waiting for the fall Meet me at the corner shop, I'll show you it all Free you of your mind, something you won't find In the West

Wild boys, wild boys, wild boys Wild boys Wild! Boys! The wild boys are calling on their way back from the fire In August moon's surrender to a dust

Please, please tell me now Please, please tell me now Please, please tell me now Please, please tell me now I made a bricker, I run out yesterday Tried

Moving on the floor now babe you're a bird of Paradise Cherry ice-cream smile I suppose it's very nice With a step to your left and a flick to the right

Those words are all remainders Echoes growing in the heart of twilight They lay back laughing at naivety's star Awaken all those whispers in the dusty

Telegram force and ready I knew this was a big mistake There's a fine line drawing my senses together And I think it's about to break If I listen close

(Le Bon, Rhodes, Taylor, Taylor, Taylor) Something to remember in some far off time when you get that lonely shine in your eye Trees and lovers - ever