Jacqueline was seventeen Working on a desk When Iver Peered above a spectacle Forgot that he had wrecked a girl Sometimes these eyes Forget the face they´re peering from When the face they peer upon Well, you know That face as I do And how in the return of the gaze She can return you the face That you are staring from
It´s always better on holiday So much better on holiday That´s why we only work when We need the money
Gregor was down again Said come on, kick me again Said I´m so drunk I don´t mind if you kill me Come on you gutless I´m alive I´m alive I´m alive and how I know it But for chips and for freedom I could die
It´s always better on holiday...
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