In sickness and health, poverty and wealthOne thing is true,
If you have that lonesome feeling, that lonesome feeling insideIf
Tulip, windmill, apple treesButter,? left food? and cheeseTulip, windmill, apple
You are the city and the landYou are the street
I finally found out about your plansYou're working yourself up
Everyday I'm not a visionEvery night I'm not a faceEvery
Too manyToo manyToo manyI was walking alongMinding my own thing?
Time doesn't heal the wounds that I feelAnd believe me
And we're addressing each other between the linesAnd in very
(You should try)(You should try)(You should try, you should try)
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