Past. Past? Well now let me tell you about the past; Past is filled with silent joys and broken toys, laughing girl and chasing boys. Was I ever in love? I called it love, I mean, it felt like love, there were moments when.. well.. there were moments when.
Present. Go out with you ? Why not. Do I like to dance? Of course. Take a walk along the beach tonight? I'd love to. Don't try to touch me, dont try to touch me, because that will never happen again.
Future. Tomorrow? Well tomorrow is a long way off. Maybe some day I'll hold somebody's hand. Maybe somewhere sombody will understand. You know I used to sing a tisket, a tasket, a brimming yellow basket. I'm all packed up and I'm on my way I'm going to fall in love, but at the moment it doesn't look good. At the moment it will never happen again.
Present. Go out with you ? Why not. Do I like to dance? Of course. Take a walk along the beach tonight? I'd love to. Don't try to touch me, dont try to touch me, because that will never happen again.
Future. Tomorrow? Well tomorrow is a long way off. Maybe some day I'll hold somebody's hand. Maybe somewhere sombody will understand. You know I used to sing a tisket, a tasket, a brimming yellow basket. I'm all packed up and I'm on my way I'm going to fall in love, but at the moment it doesn't look good. At the moment it will never happen again.
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