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harlem – south of france lyrics

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drivin’ in the south of france
and i’m blastin’ abba
moroccan guy askin me
a sensual question
lookin’ at the beach
it’s a shame
that it’s a-rainin’
i wish i could take a swim
instead i’m stuck in a cab with a stranger
drank last night and i feel like sh-t

i hate every book i’ve ever read
take back the words i never said
i need somewhere to rest my head
i’m lookin’ for a big old, big old med

two years later i’m back in the same town
this time i brought my girlfriend
we fought at the beach and slept at a ?
we told each other it was the end
all the girls on the beach all topless and tan
real pretty bodies what would they taste like, man
i wish i was different
more like duvall (?)
but every time i try i realize i can’t

i hear a party and ?
i can hear all of them ?
ever wait four years ?
i’m just gonna wait for the next day

next day i wake up
i drink coffee
and i go for a walk around town
buy some drugs off a street man
go back hotel
lie back down
i’m thinkin’ there’s a gas leak in my room
i’m on drugs
i’m freakin’ out
do i call the ? and tell him
or do i just go back to sleep

i hate every book i’ve ever read
take back the words you never said
i need somewhere to rest my head
i’m lookin’ for a big old, big old med