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It seemed to be like the perfect thing for youand me
Its so ironic you’re what I had pictured you to be
But there are facts in our lives
We can never change
Just tell me that you understand and you feel the same
This perfect romance that I’ve created in my mind
Id live a thousand lives
Each one with you right by my side
But yet we find ourselves in a less than perfect circumstance
And so it seems like well never have the chance
Ain’t it funny how some feelings you just cant deny
And you cant move on even though you try
Ain’t it strange when your feeling things you shouldn’t feel
Oh, I wish this could be real
Ain’t it funny how a moment could just change your life
And you don’t want to face what’s wrong or right
Ain’t it strange how fate can play a part
In the story of your heart
Sometimes I think that a true love can never be
I just believe that somehow it wasn’t meant for me
Life can be cruel in a way that I cant explain
And I don’t think that I could face it all again
I barely know you but somehow I know what you’re about
A deeper love I’ve found in you
And I no longer doubt
You’ve touched my heart and it altered every plan I’ve made
And now I feel that I don’t have to be afraid
Ain’t it funny how some feelings you just cant deny
And you cant move on even though you try
Ain’t it strange when your feeling things you shouldn’t feel
Oh, I wish this could be real
Ain’t it funny how a moment could just change your life
And you don’t want to face what’s wrong or right
Ain’t it strange how fate can play a part
In the story of your heart
I locked away my heart
But you just set it free
Emotions I felt
Held me back from what my life should be
I pushed you far away
And yet you stayed with me
I guess this means
That you and me were meant to be
Beat the squares with the tramp of rebels!
Higher, rangers of haughty heads!
We'll wash the world with a second deluge,
Now’s the hour whose coming it dreads.
Too slow, the wagon of years,
The oxen of days — too glum.
Our god is the god of speed,
Our heart — our battle drum.
Is there a gold diviner than ours/
What wasp of a bullet us can sting?
Songs are our weapons, our power of powers,
Our gold — our voices — just hear us sing!
Meadow, lie green on the earth!
With silk our days for us line!
Rainbow, give color and girth
To the fleet-foot steeds of time.
The heavens grudge us their starry glamour.
Bah! Without it our songs can thrive.
Hey there, Ursus Major, clamour
For us to be taken to heaven alive!
Sing, of delight drink deep,
Drain spring by cups, not by thimbles.
Heart step up your beat!
Our breasts be the brass of cymbals