[Bird / Apple] I don´t believe everything happens for a reason To us romantics out here, that amounts to high treason I don´t go in for your star-crossed lovers
In the heart of a skeptic There´s a question that still hovers near
[Bird] For it begs the question How did I ever find you Now you got me writing love songs With a common refrain like this one here, baby
[Apple] And all your left handed kisses Were just prelude to another Prelude to your backhanded love song, baby
[Bird] But it begs a question How did I ever find you Drifting gently through the gyre
Of the great Sargasso sea, Atlantic Ocean Got me writing love songs With a common refrain like this one here
[Apple] The point your song here misses Is that if you really loved me You´d risk more than a few 50 cent Words in your backhanded love song
[Bird / Both] For it begs the question How did I ever find you Drifting gently through the gyre Of the great Sargasso sea, Atlantic Ocean
[Apple / Bird] The point your song here misses
You got me writing love songs Is that you really love me With a common refrain like this one here, baby Is prelude to another of your backhanded love songs
[Bird / Apple] Now it´s time for a handsome little bookend Now it´s time to tie up all the loose ends Am I still a skeptic or did you make me a believer? If you hesitate, you´ll hear the click of the receiver
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