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Stornoway Beachcomber S Windowsill

re standing on the only chair And you're singing to the screens and the moving stairs All on your own in the arrivals You heard it in the watchman's

Curled up in the back of the car, 9 years old you don't know where you are, And your head's on the window your eyes are just closed, There's a voice

Goodnight, goodnight the sun is long out of sight, and I stagger home by the street lights. Goodnight, goodnight, went out after work tonight: only meant

Where are we goin' this fine morning? What are we doin' this fine day? We're doin' the same as ev'ry morning! We're stayin' inside on this fine morning