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Guess what he said:
It couldn't be any easier to fly, he said,
It's just the missed opportunities to clear my head
And the TV taking up my time.
She said,
You've got to make up your mind, cause if you don't, your dead;
You might as well give it up and go back to bed,
And I have seen it all before.
But it's like she said,
I never could live happily without the bread.
I think that's fair enough, I don't think it's bad
And I don't think that it's up to you.
He said,
Look I'm not trying to tell you what to think, he said,
I just really want to show you what's in my head,
And you have not seen that before.
You've got to meet me,
Cause otherwise, you'll realise what you've got when it all slips away.
You've got to meet me half way
All these things we said,
It's sometimes so hard just to keep your head
And to be yourself, and not be easily led
That sometimes the cracks will show
And yeah,
You've got to keep your own path just like I've got mine,
But if we stick with each other I think we'll be fine,
And we can take whatever they throw.
You've got to meet me,
Cause otherwise, you'll realise what you've got when it all slips away.
You've got to meet me half way.
Half way.