Testo Brighton

Walking alone, along the board Walking Brighton
The Sun is high and so am I, I feel enlightened
Mother Nature's taking care of me
Rocks me gently, naturally
Seems like the sea was put there
Just for me

Running upon the beaches of my childhood I should have stayed forever, if only I could
Coney Island on a Sunday night
Rollercoaster rides, neon lights

Me and my Brighton, baby, used to do alright

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La-la-la la-la-la la-la-la la-la-ran-da-a-da
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La-la-la la-la-la la-la-la la-la-ran-da-a-da

Comes a time when eventually
I'll have to leave here, permanently
Now that old Brighton has become
A part of me
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La-la-la la-la-la la-la-la la-la-ran-da-a-da
. . . . . .
La-la-la la-la-la la-la-la la-la-ran-da-a-da

Comes a time when eventually
I'll have to leave here, permanently

Now that old Brighton has become a part of me
Now that old Brighton... has become... a part... of me