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(Graham Gouldman)
East West
Over the ocean
Perpetual Motion
Traveling around
No rest, singing and playing
Night out and day in
Doing the rounds
What a great life this must seem!
Swelled joints
Everything classy
Nothing is tacky
Only the best!
Lush girls, older and dying
Sighing and crying
This is success!
What a good life this must seem!
But when I hear your voice
Singing out
The Bells Of Hope
Are ringing out
And I feel all alone
(And I think of my home)
Cold times
A wind through the houses
The bleakness arouses
A longing to leave
Time flew
I wanted to see you
Somehow I could not do
Because of success
What a strange life this can be!
But when I hear your voice
singing out
The Bells Of Home
Are ringing out
And I feel all alone
(And I think of my home)
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