Up on Melancholy HillThere's a plastic treeAre you here with me?Just looking out on the dayOf another dream
Well you can't get what you wantBut you can get meSo let's set out to sea, love'Cause you are my medicineWhen you're close to meWhen you're close to me
So call in the submarines'Round the world we'll goDoes anybody know, loveIf we're looking out on the dayOf another dream?
If you can't get what you wantThen come with me
Up on Melancholy HillSits a manateeJust looking out for the dayWhen you're close to meWhen you're close to me
When you're close to me
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