Imaginar para Transformar

Here am I. Who while away the mornings. Since you've gone. Too long have I lay alone. Not knowing which way to turn.

And there you are. Quite sure that you were right. Knowing full well. That I'd be the first one. To go down.

And you'd be the one who was laughing. Except when things weren't going your way. And then the lady would say that she'd had enough. Wandering around on her own.

The day you left. Well I think you knew you'd not be back. Well at least it would seem that way. Because you never said goodbye. But when it comes round to you and me. I'm sure it will work out alright.

And you'd be the one who was laughing. And giving me something I don't need. And you know, I'd always hold you and keep you warm. Oh! more fool me.

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