Here it is again it's so so mad Turning young and happy into old and sad Here it is again just passed by chance All the way to the lawyer from a sloppy dance It was another holiday argument But she threw him into the sea A glass bottomed boat pulled him up His face was rotting in weed It was rotting in weed, I've seen those people bleed If it never happens well it happened to me
Does anybody here have a clue And it was glance by glance
Here it is again in the same disguise Clean shoes, smart tie and deep blue eyes Here it is again and it makes you sick Watch the blind man walk along without a stick Heads he was a beautiful lover Tails he was definitely bad Heads you're like no other Tails just the best he'd had
All the way to the church from the back of a car
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