Thinking lots of a pretty face When we were yong, such smashing days We'd pass the time in such pleasant ways Happy just to be iiving-oh yeah! Too many summers controlled our heads Too many memories - so many dead We fall behind but we also lead them Listened all the time to a singular band
Put our resources into one appollo We only had to watch and follow Then swoop around like a possessed swallow Thinking only of winning c oh yeah! And all the iime defending ourselves Brushed aside all the tempting sea-shells Charging-up like battery cells Looking all the time for a singular band
You and me getting everywhere now On the land and in the air now Got no worries of getting there now (consider what we're attempting-oh yeah!) And now we have lots of pretty clothes Many friends and many foes Looking wonderful but heaven knows Who will want us now we're turning into singular band
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