| lyrics | Underneath the sky of red
There's a story-teller sleeping alone
He has no face and he has no name
And his whereabouts are sort of unknown
All he needs is his life in a suitcase
It belongs to a friend of a friend
And as we drink to ourselves we'll amuse ourselves
Underneath the sky
Underneath the sky, again...
So wish me away to an unknown place
And I'm living in a land with no name
I'll be making a start with a brand new harp
Stop me making sense once again
All we need is our lifes in a suitcase
They belong to a friend of a friend
And as we drink to ourselves we'll amuse ourselves
Underneath the sky
Underneath the sky, again...
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