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And I know we were both too young
Way back when we had our thing
And you're not the one that I think of
Every time that the telephone rings
And I know that what we had
'Would not be called love by the ones who know
And I know it's been many years
And a hundred love-affairs ago
And I know we became restrained
Every time we were among friends
And I know how it was last time
And how bitterly it always ends
And I know we were both too young
To know what real love would be like
And I know that our communication
Didn't always work out right
I know all that so well
But I also do know this:
Calleth you, cometh I
And that's just how it is And how it's always been It's where my reason stops And something else comes in I know it doesn't make sense, but still... Calleth you, cometh I
-And that's how it is!
Way back when we had our thing
And you're not the one that I think of
Every time that the telephone rings
And I know that what we had
'Would not be called love by the ones who know
And I know it's been many years
And a hundred love-affairs ago
And I know we became restrained
Every time we were among friends
And I know how it was last time
And how bitterly it always ends
And I know we were both too young
To know what real love would be like
And I know that our communication
Didn't always work out right
I know all that so well
But I also do know this:
Calleth you, cometh I
And that's just how it is And how it's always been It's where my reason stops And something else comes in I know it doesn't make sense, but still... Calleth you, cometh I
-And that's how it is!
Annons