I'm reaching out for you.

I'm begging after scores.

In the Lawrence.

In the Lawrence.

Saw my love and I took her down Eighteen flowers, I don't fuck around

It does not rest.

It does not rest.

So John's right on his fingers The wind's on the way

But you would never let it go It's the world, baby It's the world

God bless a dirty fool.

God bless a girl like you.

It allows.

It allows.

I lost my way and turned around I found your smile, George, you'll be found

Here it belongs.

Here it belongs.

Chimes, lights, ringers, buildings on the way

You will never anger It's the world's way It's the world's way

I'm reaching out for you I'm reaching out for you

And it seems I'll always dream each hour, dream each sentence.

I'm reaching out for you.

I'm reaching out for you.

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