Well how are you?
I heard that you've been doing pretty well
Is it true?
Or am I being taken?
Well I'm sure it is
And I don't even mind
At least that's what I tell myself sometimes
Well how am I?
Well lately I've been feeling pretty nice
I can fly now
And touch the moon
And I'm very rich
And I've never told a lie
At least that's what I tell myself sometimes
Well sometimes I am wrong
And sometimes some things are long gone
But other things stay the same
Like you, and the way
You knock me out and pull me in
Leave me begging for your sin
I put the club into your hand
Knock me down into the sand
When I am wrong
Or when I quit
Leave me dying for that hit
You knock me out
Ooooh you knock me out
Ooooh you knock me out
Remember back
The colder winds of summer in the park
It was dark
But somehow I was happy
Well that's okay
What was it but a day?
At least that's what I tell myself to say
Well here we are
Growing up or something I suppose
Ain't it strange
The way this thing go
Well paint it blue
This endless stream of you
I'm here and I don't know what else to do
Not the silver on the lake
Not the smell of candles in a birthday cake
No, nothing that I can see or hear or do
Ever can compare
To when you knock me out and pull me in
Leave me begging for your sin
I put the club into your hand
Knock me down into the sand
When I am wrong
Or when I quit
Leave me dying for that hit
You knock me out
Ooooh you knock me out
Ooooh you knock me out and pull me in
Leave me begging for your sin
I put the club into your hand
Knock me down into the sand
When I am wrong
Or when I quit
Leave me dying for that hit
You knock me out
Ooooh you knock me out
Ooooh you knock me out

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