Текст песни Freud on the Beach - Richard Edwards
I
sit
and
I
squirm
Try
to
observe
each
breath
as
it
leaves
me
Then
greet
its
return
I
squirm
And
I
think
of
her
sometimes
So
I
start
again
I
sit
and
I
squirm
Unpack
the
past
Send
it
out
for
the
weekend,
hope
it
never
comes
back
I
squirm
when
I
think
of
you
sometimes
So
it
goes
I
hear
a
ghost!
I
hear
a
ghost
I
hear
a
ghost
and
see
Freud
On
The
Beach
Drunk
in
the
sun
If
you
see
me
comin'
you
better
run
Oh,
while
poor
little
rich
bitch
bangs
on
her
drum
I
come
back
to
you
in
the
dark
I
miss
you
when
I'm
soft
So
I
gotta
stay
hard
When
I
cannot
stand
who
I
am
Oh
my
baby
blue
I
feel
glued
to
"it
was"
this
evening
Thought
I'd
lose
it
when
I
said
that
mantra,
yeah
When
I'm
with
a
woman
and
she
blows
my
mind
I
forget
you,
baby,
every
time!
But
where
are
you
tonight
My
darling?
Oh,
my
darling,
while
I
sit
and
I
squirm
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