creeps up like cold and kindness
trying to use the microwave
was oh so harder from the grave
but one cold morning
when you switched on the morning news
there was a story that washed away those blues
the new one in town
without a frown
all dowsed in brown
some say he might drown
la la la you say its love
la la la hear them sing,
it's love
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