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I put a seashell to my ear, and it all comes back.The yellow sun, the Mediterranean blue of the sky,The children running on the beach that day,The killdeer birds marching in formationDown to the sea and back, down to the sea and back.When my memory wanders, as it does when bad things happen,I put a seashell to my ear and it all comes back.That day,You,Even the gypsiesIt all comes back.You see what loving does?It makes you trust in horoscopes and gypsy wands and fortune tellersand even seashells.I still believe in love.It's hard these days, you know?And yet it's still a great adventureBetter than blowing bridgesOr a bus ride to ChicagoEven better than running away from home to join the gypsies. Aus Songtexte Mania