This must be London sunshine
I don't recognize
It's light
Sounds like it went down softly
Towards a barrel
With a fight
This must be Christian voo doo
Or a man, unplanned
Alone
Seems like it broke the sacred vase
The snapshot
And the telephone
This must be terra nueva
Pterodactyls
Round the bend
Says somethin's happenin' somewhere
With your stranger
With my friend
It looked like London sunshine
That was why I felt this pain
Maybe I called it sunshine
When I knew that it was rain
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