On Board With Jenny. Sobriety’s killing me.


And they still don’t know who I am.
But one evening there’ll be a fuss at the harbor
And they’ll ask: What’s all the fuss?
And they’ll see me standing behind the window
And they’ll say: Why the evil smile?

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