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SOMETIME

Life is a song
And we're trying to find the words
To the sweet melody

We never know
What the magic is going to be
Sitting under the tree

Waiting on and on
For the apple to fall

Life is a song
And we sing in the same key
You and me

And trough the years I'm gonna hold you
In every corner of my mind
And than we'll turn into the music
Sometime

Here comes the day
And it's bringing its daily mail
The fallen leaves

Though we pretend
What a man is supposed to be
We don't know what it means

Waiting on and on
For the miracle to come

Here comes a day
And it brings such a joy to be
For you and me