Fauves (The)
Good Times Coming
Unlock my door, come through my windowFind me lying on the floor, I cannot sleepI need a breeze, I'm in the doldrumsLike a Portugese ship without a sailGood times, good times comingWe've been running for too longGood times, good times comingGood times coming alongThrow out your polo necks and stupid beretsGauloises, Gitanes and Camus essaysAll the affectations from your Left Bank daysWe are moving on, that life has been and goneYou're born, you die, yeah that's what you sayIt's time to throw that fatalistic impulse awayThe sun is going to rise on a brand new dayAnd if it's cloudy, that's okay
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