Pink Floyd - San Tropez
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As I reach for a peach, slide a ride down behind
The sofa in San Tropez
Breaking a stick with a brick on the sand
Riding a wave in the wake of an old sedan
Sleeping alone in the drone of the darkness
Sratched by the sand that fell from our love
Deep in my dreams and I still hear her calling
If you're alone I'll come home
Backwards and homebound, the pidgeon, the dove
Gone with the wind and the rain on an airplane
Owning a home with no silver spoon
I'm drinking champagne like a big tycoon
Sooner than wait for a break in the weather
I'll gather my far flung thoughts together
Speeding away on a wind to a new day
If you're alone I'll come home
And I pause for a while by a country stile
And listen to things they say
Digging for gold with a hoe in my hand
Hoping they'll take a look at the way things stand
Would you lead me down to the place by the sea?
I hear your soft voice calling to me
Making a date for later by phone
If you're alone I'll come home
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