Yeah you, got that something
I think you´ll understand
When I feel that something
I wanna hold your hand
Next door there's an old man who lived to his nineties
And one day passed away in his sleep
And his wife; she stayed for a couple of days and passed away.
I'm sorry, I know that's a strange way to tell you that I know we belong.
Dear Sir or Madam, will you read my book?
It took me years to write, will you take a look?
No, this is how it works
You peer inside yourself
You take the things you like
And try to love the things you took
And then you take that love you made
And stick it into some
Someone else's heart
Pumping someone else's blood
And walking arm in arm
You hope it don't get harmed
But even if it does
You'll just do it all again
This is the sound of the revolution
It's getting closer, it's getting nearer
Maybe I’ll never die
I’ll just keep growing younger with you
And you’ll grow younger too
now it seems too lovely to be true
but I know the best things always do
let’s pretend we don’t exist
let’s pretend we’re in Antartica
And then that word grew louder and louder
'Til it was a battle cry
I'll come back, when you call me
No need to say goodbye
Thank you!
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