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Ten: Apes turn into men
And grapes turn into wine
How we made it to nine
I'll never know

Eight: Man looks for a mate
But fate plays cruel tricks
And seven turns to six
Still he's alone

Along comes number five
Eureka, I'm alive
I think, therefore, I am a lucky man

Three: From this balcony
The two of us can see
The house where we first met
One wet Sunday...
Ten: Apes turn into men   And grapes turn into wine   How we made it to nine    I'll never know      Eight: Man looks for a mate   But fate plays cruel tricks   And seven turns to six   Still he's alone      Along comes number five   Eureka, I'm alive   I think, therefore, I am a lucky man      Three: From this balcony   The two of us can see   The house where we first met   One wet Sunday...