In the most melancholy mood
I sit here and wonder
Thoughts for food
How did this get me under
Have my heart loved 'till now
Once a comedic line
But with a respectful bow
It now addresses this heart of mine
Three days late I walked into your double life
When life gave you but lemons and lime
Three days earlier I could have saved you from the reaper's scythe
But in actual fact I arrived with lemonade right on time
No stained steel or smoking gun would solve
No hate, no fear, no jealous streak
I must grow , I must evolve
If our love is to be a future antique
Three days late I walked into your double life
When life gave you but lemons and lime
Three days earlier I could have saved you from the reaper's scythe
But in actual fact I arrived with lemonade right on time
I look up and you are my centre stage
The reason for my being , the reason for my thought
And as I fill another page
I can still say I love you a lot
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