Policeman Getting Lost

Drop Nineteens

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And I see the blue-eyed surfer boy's gone home
To the west coast
And the Clerk Street morning
Haunted by the figures of your friends

But if you get too tired
You can lay your hair across my pillow

The darkness coming quickly
At this time of the year
But you can lay your hands on me if you like
Yeah, you can lay your hands on me for a while

That night inside the fog
I saw a policeman getting lost