London could be good for me
Paris even better
Watch her face just fall apart
When she reads this letter
But oh no tears
No last minute plans
Making my exit as fast as I can
East Coast
East Coast
Caught the Sunday Ferry Boat
A lifetime left to spare
The evening sun had burnt my back
Didn't even care
But oh now what's this
That's sticking in my throat
"You are in my head now"
Was all she wrote
East Coast
East Coast.
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