Going to Brighton - Ezra Furman

Composed by：Ezra Furman

She was an ex-marine

She had her own machine

She put my soul in dirty and it came out clean

I was in toxic awe

I had my locked-up jaw

I didn't talk much I listened and I looked and saw

And I was just 19

I must've seemed quite keen

She broke me open I was no longer on either team

So I'm going to Brighton honey

I'm going to Brighton now

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I was born to ramble

I was born to roam

But some days there's nowhere I can just stay home

So I trade in my shoes and my highway sign

And I go on rambling through my own open mind

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Yeah yeah yeah yeah

Chose things to discard

It didn't seem so hard

Find freedom just down the river from my own back yard

So I'm going to Brighton honey

I'm going to Brighton now

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No no no no no

She was a real bad b***h

She was a dominant switch

She deep into ACDC 1970's kid

She didn't bug me much

I called her kiss my crutch

Maybe we spoke a different language but we kept in touch

Now decades down the line

Still get swept up sometimes

A little revelry whenever certain stars align

So I'm going to Brighton honey

I'm going to Brighton now

Now now

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