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I won't be long, I won't be long
I was layind down there on the London clouds
I won't be long, I won't be long,
I was wandering as I'm wondering
What will we do there in the breech
Or when the sun comes through ?
Where will you be when I'm all done, all chased away
All chased away ? ... anyway ...
I might be late, I might be late,
I was laying down in a Berlin park,
I might be late, I might be late,
Paris is calling me, Paris is calling me,
What will you do there in the breech
Or when the sun comes through ?
Where will you be when I'm all alone, all chased away,
All chased away ? ...anyway ...