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Would you care to stay till sunrise? It's completely your decision It's just that going home is such a ride Going home is such a ride Going home is such a ride Going home is such a low and lonely ride
Would you hang your denim jacket Near the poster by Picasso? Do you sleep on the left side or the right? Would you mind if I leave on the light? Would you mind if it isn't too bright?
Now I need the window open So if you happen to get chilly There's this coverlet My cousin hand-crocheted Do you mind if the edges are frayed? Would you like to unfasten my braid?
Shall I make you in the morning A cup of home-made coffee? I will sweeten it with honey and with cream When you sleep Do you have dreams?
You can read the early paper And I can watch you while you shave Oh God, the mirror's cracked When you leave Will you come back?
You don't have to answer that at all The bathroom door is just across the hall You'll find an extra towel on the rack On the paisley-patterned papered wall There's a comb on the shelf I papered that wall myself That wall myself...
Would you care to stay till sunrise? It's completely your decision It's just the night cuts through me Like a knife, like a knife Would you care to stay awhile And save my life? Would you care to stay awhile And save my life?
I don't know what made me say that I've got this funny sense of humour You know I could not be downhearted If I tried, if I tried It's just that going home is such a ride Going home is such a ride Going home is such a ride Isn't going home a low and lonely ride?
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Wo-j soms blieven töt et lecht wodt. I-j mot et helemaol zelf wetten. Allene: naor huus heer rieden is zo wiet, is zo wiet. Naor huus heer rieden is zo wiet. Naor huus heer rieden is zo wiet. Naor huus heer rieden is zo treurig en zo wiet.
Wo’j ow spiekerjack daor hangen naost de poster van Picasso? Slaop i’j an de linker kante of an de rechter, an de rechter. Vi-j et slim a’k et lecht an laote? Vi-j et slim at dat niet zo fel schint?
Wieter slaop ik met et raam los. Dus a-j et soms te kold kriegt dan is hier een sprei deur mi-j nichte zelf ehaakt, zelf ehaakt. Vi-j et slim at de randen rafelt? Wo-j misschien mien vlechte los maken?
Za´k ow ma rgen vrog een köpken ko o ffie maken? Za’k ter melk in doen en honing? A’j slaopt, dreum i-j dan altied?
I’j könt de morgenkrante laezen en ik kan kieken a’j ow scheert, o god, de spiegel is gebarsten. A’j weggaot, kom i-j dan weer?
I-j hoeft ga gin antwoord te geven. De badkamer is de hal deur ´n extra handdoek vi-j op ’t rek tegen de mure met et landleke behang, D’r lig een kam op de planke. Ik heb den mure zelf behangen. Den mure zelf…
Wo-j soms blieven töt et lecht wodt? I’j mot et helemaol zelf wetten. Allene, de nacht snidt deur mi-j as een mes, as een mes. Wo’j soms blieven en mien laeven redden? Wo’j soms blieven en mien laeven redden?
‘k Wet niet werumme a’k dit zegge. Ik heb zo’n vremd gevuul veur humor. I’j wet a’k nooit mismoedig bunne nog niet a’k et wol, nog niet a’k et wol. Allene naor huus rieden is zo wiet. Naor huus rieden is zo wiet, naor huus rieden is zo wiet, Is ‘t naor huus heer rieden niet zo treurig en wiet?
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