Again At Last All Wrong
Oh, the miracle of life it comes with a price.
Much like the blue colors of your eyes when they melt into mine.
They are green, dear.
Again At Last All Wrong
We tumble into the bed of a fine day to wake
us the night. It is Ours. All Ours.
Again At Last All Wrong
Again At Last, for the read,
I have learn that "hello" is just a "good-bye" waiting to happenstance.
Again at last.
The hunter, you come around and find me waiting to laugh.
Again At Last All Wrong
It doesn't rhythm nor does it last longer than it belongs.
The second we fall in love,
we've the look of a merry go round song.
Looks kind of like a donkey kicking at a mule.
All wrong.
Again At Last All Wrong
Yeah yeah yeah copyright me and you nada. Now, that is not my fault on account I didn't write the laws of the universe and the people who live upon the earth. The "men" that wrote the constitution, for example. I had no part of that document.
Again At Last All Wrong
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