Stay In

David Martel

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Like the stories told of old
the ships return at home with gold
i tore the earth an open sore
to find the word that means the most
and upon my return i'm told
you cursed the day i left the coast

Sweet and tasty grinded fowl
dad would take us every week
we'd sit and conversate for days
and feast until the morning came
je meurt, et puis je mange encore
je prie, cela ne changera rien
demain, tu quitera le port
sur ton voyage l'autre bout du monde
je t'emprie de penser a toi seul
je t'aime, c'est pourquoi je t'implore

Stay out
tired
day in
we do it 'cause we feel it's right, we do
we stay in
tired
day out
sure wish i had a motorbike to ride
we stay in

So you stayed in
you stayed in...