Unlock my door, come through my window
Find me lying on the floor, I cannot sleep
I need a breeze, I'm in the doldrums
Like a Portugese ship without a sail

Good times, good times coming
We've been running for too long
Good times, good times coming
Good times coming along

Throw out your polo necks and stupid berets
Gauloises, Gitanes and Camus essays
All the affectations from your Left Bank days
We are moving on, that life has been and gone

You're born, you die, yeah that's what you say
It's time to throw that fatalistic impulse away
The sun is going to rise on a brand new day
And if it's cloudy, that's okay

Lyrics submitted by blood is thin

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