Simon and Garfunkle crap song in 5 min
I had a good friend who worked for a time
In Francis Ford Coppola's fresh cheese and wine.
Sam Peckinpah he would look in for news,
And offers of bath buns he couldn't refuse.
The lap san soushong of Alphedo Garcia
Flowed in the gutters and sang in his ear of good times
We're always nineteen in my mind
Always nineteen in my mind.
On Sunset he dreamed of an auto-de fa,
the burning of bridges from here to the bay.
And the stream in the stars where the galaxy turns
Span out in the heavens, til human concerns,
Were lost then, above and below,
Til they closed the shop and his job had to go,
We're always nineteen in my mind
Always nineteen in my mind.
Simon BJ
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