Is
there room for both of us? Both of us apart?
Are we bound out of obligation? Is that all we got?
I kiss the earth and then I get to thinking...
I don’t want to think, I want to feel.
How do I feel? Oh fuckin’ how do I...
Like you’re the only one and I’ll never be enough.
Hail, hail the lucky ones, I refer to those in love.
I swore I’d love you ‘til the day I die...and beyond.
Are we going to the same place? If so, can I come?
It’s egg rolling thick and heavy. All the past we carry.
I could be new. You underestimate me.
If you’re the only one will I never be enough?
Hail hail the lucky ones, I refer to those in love.
I sometimes realize that I could only be as good as you’ll let me.
Are you woman enough to be my man? Bandaged hand in hand.
Black Monday on the run in a race that can’t be won.
Hail, hail the lucky ones, I refer to those in love.
If you’re my only one...I want to be your one...
I want to be your one. Enough, you win...enough, you won...
(We’re making up for lost time here, uh... thanks for waiting...)
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