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John Holt "Strange Things"

Strange things are happening on a Friday night

Girls meet boys, and lots of hugging and kissing

Under the golden moon that shines a silver light

Oh, I would like to be one of them

But I’m like a wandering ship, a wandering ship on this island

With no-one to love me, with no-one to kiss me

That’s why I say,

«Someone please take my hand, and let us go»

I keep on thinking I wish it was me