| You
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| Will marry
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| The wrong person
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| You can’t freeze happiness
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| Oh the golden moments
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| They will be gone
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| See, the first problem is that we don’t quite understand ourselves
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| And if we can’t do that how will get others?
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| And moreover how will we choose our lovers?
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| We’re all quite mad
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| And the normal ones
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| Are the ones you don’t know very well
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| Maybe when we’re on our first date
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| Don’t ask for my favourite bands
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| Ask me how I’m mad
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| Mad like you
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| You
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| Will marry
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| The wrong person
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| Single life is hard
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| Lonely Saturday nights
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| And all the nights
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| So we do funny things to escape
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| Like settling for something before it’s all too late
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| Groping in the dark, inventing sparks, inventing you
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| Maybe your instincts are all wrong
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| And who can ever know if these funny feelings will go on and on and on
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| You won’t be the first to be charmed by a heavenly song
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| Moment, eyes, times, words, mood, face, gone
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| When time reveals all that is true
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| You
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| Will marry
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| The wrong person
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| Are we seeking happiness
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| Or just the familiar world we miss
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| Are we just the birds of the nest?
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| The love we learnt as kids was darker than you think
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| Born out of a complex, indelible ink
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| There’s a good chance you’ll reject the right one
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| No one tells you how it is
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| Sends you off with love degrees
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| All we get are those birds and bees
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| If you’re not taught to drive you’re probably going to crash the car
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| And we’re taught nothing of love
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| Taught nothing of love
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| And that’s why
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| You
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| Will marry
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| The wrong person |