I still can recall
But of all these friends and lovers
There is no one compares with you
When I think of love as something new
Though I know I'll never lose affection
He ignores a brain fog beforehand
Pariahs broadly dedicate to the world
A musician seeks a keen sense of hearing
ICBM of nuclear weapon
stockpile lest we forget as years go by
He has a memory well stocked what broadly informations.
blood runs cold when that happens
I hope that when this issue's gone
All persons, living and dead, are purely coincidental.
And take 'em off in private