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Theme From an Imaginary Film
What if I told you I love you
What if I called you in rhythm
In this world there's nothing left
Well nothing that's new
What if I told you without
Loving is simply a lie
Although she moves into the night
Oh, tell me you're mine
Please say it's true
Oh, shame it's over
I was the light and the days of them all
Well push me over
I'm flat on my back but I'm having a ball
And just look whose laughing
What if I flew like a dove dear
What if I would you in rhythm
There's nothing left
Nothing that's good left for me now
Oh,I'll just go and sleep with strangers
I'll live like a lord in a tower
'cause in the city there's too mich air
That I can't dream at night
Well not anymore
Oh, shame it's over
It been such fun and we had a ball
Well push me over
But I'll be the last people to fall
Well just look whose laughing
Oh shame it's over
How like a cow bloated on grass
Well, push me over
Me on my back and you on your arse
Such a shame it's all over
There are so feel days left to grasp
So push me over
We on our back and you on your lazy arse
Well just look whose laughing