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Bel-air
Artysta: Church
A palm tree nodded at me last night
He said, "Hey, you look so pale."
I don`t know if it was the air or the breeze in my hair
I had a feeling I had failed
So down to the beach just out of reach
The moon was being trailed
A girl and a sailor and a hot dog trailer
That`s their holy grail
The sand whispered heat and burned the feet
Of gulls landing on the shore
In the motel pool the waitress cools
She doesn`t ask for more
She makes a wish she takes a risk
She opens up her door
Through human eyes she`s a dolphin in disguise
It`s the last night of the war
Somewhere far away there`s another day
And someone`s getting out of bed
She puts on her face in the morning space
She doesn`t know she`s dead
Her ruby lips can`t excite me anymore
And pain sprawls on the chair, it`s always there
And he descends the stairs, he doesn`t see
The sunburnt landlord glares, for all the people
He can never be
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