Picking up the pieces that you left behind
Happiness is what I want,
But it's not my time
Well that's what they say,
But it's getting real old
And time keeps flirting
With my impressionable soul
Wish it was as easy as flicking a cigarette
Then again I don't smoke
So what do I know?
Its never too late,
But I can't cling on to hope
And time keeps flirting
With my impressionable soul
If only words were
Made of little people we could build,
A house big enough to cover our heads
Our intoxicated, inflated bubbleheads
Our intoxicated inflated bubbleheads
Our intoxicated complicated bubbleheads
That's what we are,
That's what we do
When we're out of line
Say say say,
Maybe all will fall into place
But time keeps screaming
Like I am out of space
If only words were
Big enough to make you change your
Our love will never find a better time,
Yet, everything's gonna be just fine
You say, everything's gonna be just fine
you say
Everything's gonna be just fine you...
everything's gonna be just fine
If only words were
Made of little people we could build,
A house big enough to cover our heads
Our intoxicated, inflated bubbleheads
Our intoxicated inflated bubbleheads
If only words were
Made of little people we could build,
A house big enough to cover our heads
Our intoxicated, inflated bubbleheads

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