Why so empty...?
I told you - I can tell you
what to do - when I hold you
and I tell you "I love you"
I feel that I'm way you do...
Give a grasp of life today
when you're in the milky way
oh, try to please! Knock on wood of the trees
glad you, mould you, mould you and hold you
means five miles
and everyway for you
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