You say: Write a happy song.
Tell me that all my songs are sad.
Tell you: Music is my life, and its all I ever had."
Darling, when you were asleep, I wrote down this song.
Asked me when I would be back; I said, "I wont be long.
I'm on the other side of your world, of your eyes.
I'm on the other side ... but I wanna be in your life.
I'm on the other side, but I crave your hips.
I'm on the other side where I've gotta taste your lips.
I met you late last night when we had the time;
I met you late last night, so we could spend some time.
I'm on the other side of your world, of your eyes.
I'm on the other side ... but I wanna be in your life.
Whistle
Washed away in a dream: it's so bittersweet.
Now I'm thinking about the next time that we meet.
I am walking a line; then I have to retreat.
I am walking a line, and it's all so bittersweet.
I'm on the other side of your world, of your eyes.
I'm on the other side ... but I wanna be in your life.
I'm on the other side of your world, of your eyes.
I'm on the other side ... but I wanna be in your life.

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