Must be 20 years ago since we last met
And you’re talking like we were the best of friends
I’m not really listening to all your lines
It’s just strange to see those eyes
I used to fantasise, I used to fantasise
Never noticed me when we were just nineteen
You were courted by the beautiful and clean
Now I seem to have your curiosity
And I would I like to meet?
And should I be discreet, should I be discreet?
Is it my imagination, or is something going on?
Is this just a conversation?
Or is there something that you want
Something going on? Something going on?
Evidently you have fallen from your peak
And the birds no longer listen when you speak
Seems there’s something that you dying to let on
Maybe I just got you wrong
Well did I get you wrong? I didn’t get you wrong
si it my imagination, or is something going on?
Is this just a conversation?
Or is there something that you want
Something going on? Something going on?

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