Title: East
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Notes: has only been played solo
live
Lyrics:
I cut my hairAnd I am a foreignerStamped on arrivalStamped on departureI told the man at the check in deskI am heading eastAnd he pretended to know what that meansIts always eastaround and overIts always been eastacross and underand i will never fail to be on timeand will always be the first oneand the last onein the longest line ooh…I meet people like a foreigner meets peopleThey remember being young and nervousPeople in high placesin low placessit by the road with mestaring up and down’Cos I am everybodys friendanybodys friendI'm everybodys friendfriendooh…I kept on walking eastuntil I found something,somethingsomething that I thought was perfect