i don't even know how to put it into words
aaron bowen for recording
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fiogf49gjkf0d and maybe one day i'll have a,
conversation with Mr.A,
all about love and how he played,
a piano to get a lady,
we'll just waste time over,
a nice glass of strawberry wine,
and we'll share a view of the stars,
by the light of the moon,
he'll tell me about his night at sea,
in a teacup boat with his friends and enemies,
and how he wrote a letter to his dear Dorothy,
he said
"to my dearest Dorothy,
my skies have been gray since the day you left me,
real love is something i'd like to find before i die,
so maybe i can be your bird,
flying high above your world,
give me a chance on a romance,
signed me,
the poor boy at sea,"
the poor boy at sea,
and ever since i read that letter,
my reflection has never been the same,
since i looked in the mirror yesterday,
conversations with Mr.A,
Mr.A please don't leave me
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