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How do you feel
About being dead?
Said one to the other
How do you feel
About being lonely?
Said one to the other
She said:
Darling, darling it's alright
She said:
Darling, darling it's ok
And I'll see you when you get here
I'll see you when you get here
How do you feel
About being alive?
Said one to the other
And how to you feel
About being loved?
Said one to the other
She said:
Darling, darling it's alright
She said:
Darling, darling it's ok
But I'll see you when you get here
I'll see you when you get here
She said:
Darling, darling it's alright
She said:
Darling, darling it's ok
She said:
Darling, darling it's alright
She said:
Darling, darling it's ok
But I'll see you when you get here
I'll see you when you get here
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You go and I'll be okay
I can dream the rest away
It's just a little touch of fate, it'll be okay
It sure takes its precious time, but it's got rights and so have I
I turn my head up to the sky
I focus one thought at a time
I do not let the little thieves under my tightly buttoned sleeve
It couldn't be a longer time, I feel like I am walking blind
I have no arrival time
There are no legible signs x2
I like the way that you talk
I like the way that you walk
It's hard to recreate such an individual gait
You wait your turn in the queue
You say your "Sorry"s and "Thank you"s
I don't think you're ever
A hundred percent in the room
You're not in the room x2
Deepest of the dark nights
Here lies the highest of highs
Neopolitan Dreams, stretching out to the sea
You wait your turn in the queue
You say your "Sorry"s and "Thank you"s
I don't think you're ever
A hundred percent in the room
You're not in the room x2
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So once I had a little house in the country babe
In the country I was living in the country with you
And the man in the corner had a funny little hat
And he wore little buttons all down his back
And little did he know when he really had to go
And give it the neighbour's cat, to the neighbour's cat
And the neighbour's cow had a funny little hat all day
Oh-oh, be careful what you wish for
Because it might come true
Oh-oh, be careful what you dream for
Because it's staring back at you
It's staring back at you
And he marched to the beat of the sugerplum fairy drums
With the fairy drums or the sugerplums were marching too
To the rhythm of the rhythm of a tap-a-tap-tap
And he built the man in the baseball cap
And no one could tell just quite where he fell
Cause he fell down a pavement crack, down a pavement crack
And the pavement crack went in to hell and back
Oh-oh, be careful what you wish for
Because it might come true
Oh-oh, be careful what you dream of
Because it's staring back at you
Because it's staring back at you
Well I play guitar and you play guitar
And you play guitar and I play guitar
And I play guitar and you play guitar
And you play guitar and I play harmonica
Oh-oh, be careful what you wish for
Because it might come true
Hey-yeah, be careful what you dream of
Because it's staring back at you
Because it's staring back at you
Oh, you shouldn't done that
You shouldn't done that
You shouldn't done that
You shouldn't done that
You shouldn't done that
You shouldn't done that
You shouldn't done that
You shouldn't done no
You shouldn't done that
You shouldn't done that
You shouldn't done that
You shouldn't done that
You shouldn't done that
You shouldn't done that
You shouldn't done that
You shouldn't done that
Woah-oh, be careful what you wish for
Because it might come true
Because it might
No-oh, be careful what you dream of
Because it's staring back at you
It's staring back at you
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