I never feared the rain
Until you turned to me
And said
I really can't stay
But baby, it's cold outside
I've got to
What did I do wrong?
Oh you nearly drove me
For those who won’t
And never will
Song sounds blue
No-one at home
And
Now his intentions unfold
they’re not what they seem
He
I do think that you could be
Anything that you want
I thought we'd escape
I packed a fishing line and counted
I've got my work cut out with you
You tore bits
The sun is shining
We should be making hay
But
Well it's a most peculiar feeling
Like sunburn in the
Dream On, Saul Younger
Dream On, Saul Younger
I know
Forgive me if I seem
to be impatient and obscene
Go tell the captain
There’s no waters left to navigate
I sailed
You know the time to act is now
Before the sands
My name is Mary-Anne
But they all call me Frances
I saw
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