If you can hear me
Then please come over here, be near me
I'm just a boy from Port Manteau
Became a man in Aches-les-Pains
and there I learned
Inside an urge to scream
But when my lips do part, I seem
To cheat myself, transform
My cry to music, sweet and warm
We talk like thunder
The truth of it lies deep down under
I'm just a boy from Port Manteau
How can I go to Cope-in-Heaven
now, the vow?
There seemed to be straight lines
Just like geometry inclines
But now I just don't know
I'm still a boy from Port Manteau
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