Chances, Or How To Be a Complete Idiot At 4am After You'Ve Had a Few Beers.
the moon it never rises except when i go to sleep
and the sun it never sets except when i sit and weep
yet i long for you i ache for you my life seems incomplete
so i lie in bed and curse and moan underneath the sheets
it cuts me deep it cuts me hard
and it only gets harder as time advances
so i stand outside in your yard
and take all my chances
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