Liverpool

JL Airport 9 am
I'm like the song in the man or the other way round

Rest my case down in Matthew Street
It took me 20 odd years to find this place

So please don't ask me to come home
It wouldn't mean a lot to me

The night is cold, the rain is running, and everything is oh so funny
A melody running through my head, the words of Baudelaire
Those about the city but I don't remember them that well

Make my way down to Albert Docks
To see the piggies walking around in flocks

I was weary, hypnotized I didn't really roll the dice
Till I woke up from my daze and I changed my old ways

The night is cold, the day is far and everything is so bizarre, so bizarre
A feeling I get, Baudelaire calls it spleen
Maybe the first meaningful feeling I have felt

I won't pretend and lend a hand to what you have planned for me since my birth
I will tend to my own business for whatever it is worth
And though I know that somewhere along the way I might get hurt
There might be some trouble
But I'll stay in my bubble
And I will be free
I'll be fine
I'll be alright
For I'll be free



Credits
Writer(s): Mathias Neyrand
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