From the album mellow yellow
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The days of wine and roses are distant days for me.
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I dream of the last and the next affair and of girls I'll never see.
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And here I sit, the retired writer in the sun,
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The retired writer in the sun and I'm blue,
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The retired writer in the sun.
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Tonight I trod in the starlight, I excused myself with a grin.
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I ponder the moon in a silver spoon and the little one 'live within.
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And here I sit, the retired writer in the sun,
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The retired writer in the sun.
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The magazine girl poses on my glossy paper aeroplane
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Too many years I spent in the City playing with Mr. Loss and Gain.
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And here I sit, the retired writer in the sun,
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The retired writer in the sun and I'm blue,
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The retired writer in the sun.
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I bathe in the sun of the morning, lemon circles swim in the tea
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Fishing for time with a wishing line and throwing it back in the sea.
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And here I sit, the retired writer in the sun,
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The retired writer in the sun and I'm blue,
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The retired writer in the sun.
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Writer in the Sun
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| Donovan Leitch |
