If only I knew anything about you
I'd do everything
Granted, for a second
I was drifting, now I'm listening
You can tell me how you feel about me
Maybe I'll stick with you
For the moment
For this second
But the future's out of question
And I'm out of questions
And the matches made in heaven
Have the sight to see their problems
A solution to pollution
In the water that surrounds them
Separates them and confines them
To their treading
Dedicated to the state we call survival
While it's fate to be relating
You can tell you how you feel about me
Maybe I'll stick with you
For the moment
For this second
But the future's out of question
And I'm out of questions
And I'm out of questions
I'm out of questions
I can't
Help but think that something is wrong with me
I can't
I can't
Help but think that something is wrong it seems
I can't
Stand up to this [?]
I can't [?]

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