There was a day in the graveyard
With helicopters overhead
I had a rose-petal bed I had the sun on my shoes, and I knew, I knew, and I could see
That if you could make another one of you then you wouldn’t give the other one to me
Oh, if you could make another one of you then you wouldn’t give the other one to me
When the conductor fucks up you can’t blame the symphony
So I won’t blame you (I won’t blame you) if you don’t blame me (if you don’t blame me)
You were doing something else that day, You were doing something else that day
You were doing something else that day, You were doing something else that day
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