We’re offering BUPA and the pension is free All we ask is your soul hear the clocking cards toll Trapped in the harbour no sign of the sea Yours is the corner next to the wall Here’s your calendar and pen I’ll send you some emails about nothing at all And when you’ve read them you can read them again See you each morning remember your tie coffee’s at ten and at three Nothing much happens but we learn to get by Trapped in the harbour no sign of the sea.Birth sign: Gemini
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