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Christine's World

On a Sunday morning
A bus is stopping
At the espresso bar
Stepping out
Into the light and disappears

Christine, you're in a dream
Oh, Christine

"I like to buy a postcard
Of the falls
And send it home
When he calls
I will keep it as a bookmark
For I keep forgetting all the words"

Christine, you're in a dream
Oh, Christine

On a Sunday night
The bus is leaving
At the espresso bar
She sits behind the window
And waves goodbye

Christine, you're in a dream
Oh, Christine