Just another massive trip losing grip
Do yourself a favour, take only the smallest sip
And we cant go back to whatever that was
And 'what's his name,' called
In a fantasy selling seashells by the shore to the poor tourists who came but never left and now they're bored
There's no way home and yet I'll find the words to say
In a number of ways I feel I've gone overboard
Organ Eyes - Poor Tourists Lyrics
Organ Eyes - Poor Tourists Lyrics
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Just another massive trip losing grip
Do yourself a favour, take only the smallest sip
And we cant go back to whatever that was
And 'what's his name,' called
In a fantasy selling seashells by the shore to the poor tourists who came but never left and now they're bored
There's no way home and yet I'll find the words to say
In a number of ways I feel I've gone overboard
Do yourself a favour, take only the smallest sip
And we cant go back to whatever that was
And 'what's his name,' called
In a fantasy selling seashells by the shore to the poor tourists who came but never left and now they're bored
There's no way home and yet I'll find the words to say
In a number of ways I feel I've gone overboard
Writer: Cameron Steacy
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