love is a long shot. love is a bird in hand. when this stops, we'll be laughing. sing our songs, though they're barely heard. (the new amsterdams)
it's gonna keep on shining and being constant
no matter how many questions i throw out there
no matter how doubtful i am
it's gonna keep on showing up and being there
the perfect timing of it all
and the perfect confusion of it all
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