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Written in the past
Spanish days and foreign nights
quiet ways and picturesque sights.
I'm losing you, I'm losing you,
I'm losing you to the crazy, hazy, lazy, rolling sea
and to those lazy, hazy, precious memories.
Road gains and broken brains,
we were made with Anglo-saxon bells
ringing briefly in the breeze, rolling briefly through the tree.
Can you hear them ringing crazy melodies
with those hazy, lazy, precious memories?
Soul mates arrive and old lover dies,
perfect days you stole from me.
I'm falling, oh, I'm falling,
Yes, I'm falling for you everyday
with those hazy, lazy precious memories.
quiet ways and picturesque sights.
I'm losing you, I'm losing you,
I'm losing you to the crazy, hazy, lazy, rolling sea
and to those lazy, hazy, precious memories.
Road gains and broken brains,
we were made with Anglo-saxon bells
ringing briefly in the breeze, rolling briefly through the tree.
Can you hear them ringing crazy melodies
with those hazy, lazy, precious memories?
Soul mates arrive and old lover dies,
perfect days you stole from me.
I'm falling, oh, I'm falling,
Yes, I'm falling for you everyday
with those hazy, lazy precious memories.
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