Went out on the town
for just one round
and it seemed one down just wasn't enough
I have no broken heart, but I know enough to play the part
here's one more down and that's just the start
For I'm a fool for the finest girl
but she's no fool for me
I try and try to catch her eye
and pray someday that she may see
But time is my answer
dragging water through the crowd
eyeing a dancer, dancing on my cloud
I hear tell of that mourning dove
she flies from pine to pine
so I'll take wing, mourn and sing
until that girl for me is mine
So I lay down with circles in my head
and dream a dream I never had
I was climbing down a mountain into a deep, dark hole
and in that dream, it didn't seem all that bad.
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