歌词
The first things you will need
I cannot stress all the gleam
A little strain that boredom brings
Can become a big, big deal
If you leave
You cannot rehearse your plan
Or write it just before
As many times or lives you need
When you reach love's door
It's opened up before
(mmm)
The next thing you will see
Oh you cannot stress all those needs
A little strangeness ah that's bound to
Become a big, big deal
If you leave
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