Did I want love? Did I need to know?
Why does it always feel like I'm caught in an undertow?
Bad news comes don't you worry even when it lands
Good news will work its way to all them plans
Your body may be gone, I'm gonna carry you in...
In my head, in my heart, in my soul.
And maybe we'll get lucky and we'll both live again.
Well I don't know
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