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First in the morning, still sleepy
I the directory and started to dial
Just as as I wanted to look
it was my first time

You were lying there in my bed
And said it made you so bad
I said, "Don't worry, what should you do
Sit next to me my hand"

What if really grew in me
Some that night? How ironically beautiful
And still is just what it is all about
We did we were supposed to do

All this sorrow, all this
Just about one
Come tomorrow, come
Still about one

I was taking these pills a certain pride
they made sick and faint
Like I knew there would be no next time
I made the most of remained

I remember I something was still there
When I to be sure
Seems I have paid with any pain in my despair
To tell you something you couldn't

if something really grew in me
Some that night? How ironically beautiful
And still is just what it is all about
We did what we were to do

All this sorrow, all this
Just about one
Come tomorrow, come
Just about one

All this pleasure, all joy
about one thing
All these and all these songs
Just one thing