Yeah!
That romance is dead
Cause there's so little else
Occupying my head
There is nothing I need
Except the function to breathe
But I'm not really fussed
Doesn't matter to me
Yeah!
Due
to lack of interest Tomorrow is cancelled
Let the clocks be reset And the pendulums held
There is nothing at all Except the space in between
Finding out what you're called And repeating your name
Yeah!
Oh!
Could it be,
could it be That you're joking with me
And you don't really see You with me
Could it be,
could it be That you're joking with me
And you don't really see You with me
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