South coast in October, coffee and midnight beer.
One mile west of Hastings I found my next 10 years.
And I found you in my memory cus I knew I'd find you there,
sleeping in the garden of St Leonard's Warrior Square.
Cus I, yeah I've got a new guitar ringing like a bell.
This feels like a new thing, as far as I can tell.
And I, yeah I've got a new guitar ringing like a bell.
This feels like a new thing, and it feels like we know it well.
Three corners off a cross-road we found a pretty house
and stole it off some soft-shoe shuffling smoking gambler's house.
And see what you have done, Mamma, sweeped me clean off my feet.
It's now your job to keep me clean and shaded in the heat.
Cus I, yeah I've got a new guitar ringing like a bell.
This feels like a new thing, as far as I can tell.
Cus I, yeah I've got a new guitar ringing like a bell.
This feels like a new thing, and it feels like we know it well.
And I'm not saying that 10 years is necessarily enough time,
but if I sing this song at the end of your bed it wouldn't tug and plead with your worried mind.
Cus I, yeah I've got a new guitar ringing like a bell.
This feels like a new thing, as far as I can tell.
And I, yeah I've got a new guitar ringing like a bell.
This feels like a new thing, and it feels like we know it well.

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