» Seven Times
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Lyrics |
Seven times, in seven days you're on your own Imagine it You're sick and tired in several ways, you're on the ground Imagine it You get ahead and I'll get a life, imagine it You get ahead and I'll get a life Second thoughts and second prize, I'm sick and tired Of second prize Of second prize and second best and severed ties I'm sick and tired so just get dressed And you get ahead and I'll get a life You get ahead and I'll get a life You go to bed and I'll get a knife Imagine it Dust won't settle over shaky ground Rust turns to metal when there's love around I will never understand a heart That sticks to a point and tears it apart Imagine it Imagine it seven times Clark/Matheson |