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I remember this pier where we wereWalking like two lonesome friendsThe sky was our trophyA beautiful dreamAs far as the eye can seeYou told me in a low voice:“Heads or tails”, “Tails” we can get away from it allBut I can’t get outOf my modern lifeListening to the oceanCurled up in your armsI didn’t expect that muchI was not in the moodFor being back for goodYou told me in a low voice:“Why can’t you see, we could get away from it all”But I can’t get outOf my modern life From Letras Mania